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EARLY MORNINGS • A. HOTCHNER X READER

part 2 to late nights; smut (needy hotch, some praise and some degradation, spit, unprotected sex (don't do what they are), hotch really is just there to be fucked he's head empty), afab!reader with no other gender/sex markers (i think); implied oral; tell me if i missed anything please; ~1.3k words. minors interacting w/ this will be blocked. read the fluff instead.

“Morning, baby,” a deep voice grumbles and you raise your hand to block the light filtering through the blinds to look at Aaron’s face.

“Morning,” you sigh happily, brushing a hand up and over his cheek until he smiles and it dimples under your fingers. “Been so long since I get to see you all puffy with sleep,”

Aaron sighs heavily. “Did you miss me just so you could tease me?”

“Something like that,” you purr, rolling him to be under you as you rest a little bit above his hips. “Didn’t you?”

He sucks in a breath quickly, quietly, hands steadying on your hips. “What’s all this?”

“Didn’t I say there’d be plenty of time for kisses in the morning?” You ask, peppering kisses down the column on his throat, leaving small red marks you know everyone will see but never dare to comment upon. “It’s morning.”

“You did.” His voice is already a little strained, and you only feel a slight twinge of guilt for the joy that gives you. He’s always so focused on work when he’s gone, the only time he ever gets off when he’s on a case is with your consent during late night calls, too weary every other night.

So when he’s home, and not busy, he gets worked up so easy. It’s a delight, toying with his sensitivity.

“Aaron,” you hum, dragging your nails across skin just harsh enough he jerks under you, muscles twitching. “Are you okay with just kisses?”

“No. No!” His response is instant, hand falling to grip by your ankles and holding you closer to the mattress, to him, by proxy. “God, I missed you, baby,”

“I missed you too,” you tell him, smiling as you undo one button of his sleep shirt. “Tell me what you want,”

“You.”

“I know you can do better than that,” you chide, stopping on the buttons and moving your hands to smooth over his chest and shoulders soothingly. “What,” you pause and nibble on his Adam’s apple, watching as he shudders, full-bodied, “do you want?”

Aaron whines, uncharacteristically high-pitched this early into you touching him. “Fuck me,”

“There we go.”

You deftly undo his buttons and trail a fingernail over his v-line, humming as he shudders again.

“You’re sensitive today.”

There’s no malice or anything, just an observation. He gives a strained nod, eyes already hazy as you palm him over his pants.

“Been a while,”

“That it has, Hotchner,” you smile. “Now, tell me. How do you want it today?”

“Just wan’ your pussy, please, need to be in you,”

You giggle, delighting in how needy he is.

Silently, you shuffle backwards, just enough to pull his boxers down. He hisses at the cool air hitting sensitive skin.

The tip of his cock is already an aggressive red, leaking and you just know it aches for something. For you.

“Pretty baby…” you smile when he whines, again. “Pathetic, too, huh?”

“No,” he denies, but the way he twitches at the word betrays him instantly. “You have to work for that.”

“Oh, yeah? That a challenge?” You scoff.

Before he can get a word in edgewise, you thumb his slit and press hard against a vein you know is sensitive. He shakes, but he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw to stop the sounds begging to escape.

So it was a challenge.

A test you’d be passing with flying colors.

You make sure his eyes are on you as you let spit dribble down onto his cock and slicken the slow, torturous glide of your hand. Make sure his eyes follow your other hand, going to rub circles on your clit, back arching far more than the pleasure calls for so his eyes jump to your breasts.

Aaron swallows and you smile at him, letting your eyes flutter extra too.

“Feels so good, baby, right?”

He shakes his head in defiance.

“No? So I should stop.” You move to pull your hand away but he shoots an arm out to grip your wrist and hold your hand in place, weakly fucking his hips up into your touch. “Stop,” you order and he freezes, groaning when you squeeze tight enough for it to ebb away his pleasure. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Want you to fuck me…”

“I will. If you’re good,”

He nods.

“Words. Will you be good?”

“Mhm. Good,” he lets his hands fall away and lies fully back into the mattress, relaxing and presenting himself to you. His chest is already heaving.

Typically, you’d mess with him longer, but you’re slick between the thighs and it’s been too long. You know he’ll fall apart, how you want, anyways.

“Good. Now,” you move until he’s just below you, tap him against your clit, let his tip catch on your entrance a few times, stopping every time his hips cant instinctually upwards to your heat. “I’m going to fuck you. And all I want is to know how good you feel, how I make you feel. Got it?”

“Yes,” he whispers, voice crackling with need.

It feels wonderful when he fills you, but even better is the way his head presses back into the pillows and a broken moan tears from his throat, already so sensitive and high-strung.

A roll of your hips is enough for him to screw his eyes shut.

Once you get a rhythm and angle that feels good for you, you focus back on Aaron. His skin is sweat-slick, heated and flushed red, seared with his desire.

“How do you feel, love?”

“God, fuck, it’s so—” Aaron whimpers, cry catching in his throat. “So fuckin’ warm ‘nd wet, could live in it, pussy so good,”

You laugh, ignoring the bolt of arousal from his words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, so good to me. Just so good. Always making me feel good, always want you. Head in your thighs, you using me, anything. Feels so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,”

“Maybe I’ll let you eat me out after…”

His hips buck up at the promise and you know he’ll be messy, eat his own cum out of you.

“Fuck,” you whisper, bringing a hand to your clit. “Gonna fill me up, Aaron?”

“Please?” He begs, eyes snapping open, blown so wide you can’t easily distinguish iris from pupil. “Lemme fill you up, wanna make a mess out of you, you’re— fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, I can’t…”

You hum, clenching around him and relishing in the whimper.

“Beg.”

“Please! Baby, shit, I can’t last. Feels so good, clenchin’ and wet, can feel your pulse… can’t focus on anything else, just so fuckin’ good and wet…” his eyes fall from your face to where you take him so well and he groans, gripping your hips in his fingers. “So full of me. Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, cunt just made for me…”

You tilt his chin back up to look at you.

“Cum for me,”

Normally, you like him loud, but it’s only six, so you kiss him as his hips stutter and he falls apart under you, muffled cries and praises smothered against your lips, broken mantras about how good and wet you are for him, how he could die with you on his tongue and be a fulfilled man, how he never wants to part from you, wants to fuck you until you’re both crying.

You cum easily too, less earth-shattering and more a pleasant burn of pleasure that forces you to climb off and catch your breath.

He’s still hard, gasping for air.

“Breakfast?” You question and he nods, holding you down by the waist.

“Me first.”

something about me is that i hold pathetic loserboys so near and dear to my heart and i will often write them like that because i love when a boy is blushy and desperate. amen. (it's why i like spencer & chip taylor so much)

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wickedusername · 2 months

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Apple Red

Curse!Reader x Mahito || 18+ MDNI

Synopsis:

In which our favorite shape shifting psychopath discovers the wonders of sex with someone equally fucked up in the head, all under a philosophical motif of the Knowledge Argument/Mary's Room, a thought experiment posing that certain mental states can't be known unless you experience them yourself.

A/n: Bringing this over from AO3! It was brought about in my annoyance at every Mahito fic being non-con and others yet thinking the man is illiterate. Listen, he may have been born yesterday but he's read more philosophy than you and me. This has an overarching Mary's room motif, skim it over, your enjoyment will be increased threefold. Just like your cl- Wikipedia article if you can't watch.

Tw: dead dove: do not eat, body horror, sadomaso, asphyxiation/choking, blood kink, double penetration, p in v, anal, murder kink, necrophilia mention, shapeshifting. However!! praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, consensual sex, size kink, no actual murder takes place.

Word count: 6,1k words

Epigraph:

He lowered his abs over your back again and got close to your ear. Licks, pecks and bites peppered your back, popping up in places you know mouths shouldn't be. “The pleasure of your wet, gorgeous pussy, deep and clenching for me… No dead or unwilling thing has it. You'll come for me again, won't you, dearie?

"Absolutely feral” is not enough to describe what was going on between you and Mahito. He groped every part of you, your ass, your thighs, your breasts, the fat on your hips. Arms scratched and pinched at the muscle and fat on every part of your torso with his fingers. All while his tongue licked all over your mouth and lips, swirled around yours, elongated down to your throat. His jaw took in more and more like he would gobble you up. You had your hands way up under his poncho, scratching his back to raw flesh.

This had started as a conversation. You were barely a sketch of a curse, not rivaling the strength of the other ones you knew, but shapely enough to pass as human to those who could see you. You tried your best to mind your own business and stay in hiding, fully aware the persecution of sorcerers could end you in one fell swoop. The unfinished subway station you liked to call home was where you spent most of your time. Nestled between the decaying scaffolding, the staff room was where you sat with him, the only furnished room among the many half-finished nooks of the construction site. The bare surfaces didn't bother you, and the room had remained thankfully untouched in the two or so years since construction was halted and abandoned.

You, however, neglected none of the room. Whenever you had the chance to be around humanoid curses, you made a point to invite them over. You loved to banter and befriend, but just as much as you loved to occasionally hit the jackpot for one that you could sleep with. You didn't care to investigate your origins, but you weren’t born of anything family-friendly, you knew that much.

You'd known Mahito for a while. He was introduced to you by Kenjaku, an annoying body-hijacker who'd seeked to recruit you for his revolutionary cause. You wanted none of it, especially keen on self-preservation, but the two of you had hit it off. Two curses of the psyche had plenty to commiserate about, so you often hung around each other. And you'd just now managed to have him in your nest. Of course it wasn't every time you dragged someone to your staff room that you wanted to fuck them, and you certainly wouldn't mind if it led nowhere. But he was the most human of all curses – maybe of all there were – so of course you wanted to ask him about sex. To your surprise, his opinions were less than satisfactory.

“It's not as good as murder, to be honest.” He tapped the arm of the couch he was slouched on, staring you down with conflicting feelings. It was definitely not what he was here to talk about, but it did leave him curious.

“Are you serious? You've been doing it on things that don't move, haven't you?” It was the explanation you could conoct for why he would think that.

“I can make them move, you know? I've put the parts together, it's just not all that.” He retorted.

“It's about more than the parts. It's the entirety of the person you're with.”

“I've tried full, intact humans. The first one I, uh… killed them by accident. Another one I killed beforehand and they start going cold and don't feel as nice. I kinda gave up after that, I really don't see how it's so hyped.”

“Yeah, that's not the fun way to do it. You're trying to get on the level of fragile, puny humans.” You looked to the side in pure contempt.

The disgust for human weakness nearly seeped out of you. You'd tried humans, and as good as sex was with anyone, you also boasted similar results. You had no need to kill or force, like he likely did. They flocked to you. It was easy, it was your nature. But it always ended in a body to discard. You did wonder, partly, if it was in the inherent fact of being a curse that your drive to fulfill your desire ended in human death. But killing wasn't the drive you yearned for, and you were more than happy to have something that would live to fuck another day. It was the whole reason you enjoyed other curses much more, anyway.

“Alright, I'll bite.” Mahito smiled. “What's the fun way?”

Your lips curled into a smile worth a hundred bucks. Now here you were, gripping his hair, licking his teeth and waiting eagerly for what came next.

Mahito lifted you up into his lap with what seemed like two arms wrapping around your thighs like thick belts. Two others squished and pulled on your asscheeks, torturing them, digits slipping forward to tease your clothed entrance from below. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, even though you didn't need to make much strength to be carried around. Against your belly, his hard-on pushed a tent on his leather pants. He pulled away from you with a laugh.

“This really isn't bad!”

“We haven't even started.” you leaned into his ear, scraping your lips against it before biting hard at his earlobe. “The fun part is that you can fuck me up”.

His eyes gleamed with fun and desire.

“How?” He pinned you against one of the walls. His smile was unnaturally wide, tugging at the muscles of his cheeks, pushing them up against his lower eyelids that squeezed against his fiery wide glare.

“However you want.” Your own stare burned with passion, knowing the idea of destroying you would fuel his fire to the maximum.

His dick twitched in his pants, achingly hard. A fifth arm stretched out of his stitched, toned right shoulder. His hand caressed the side of your face, combing your hair slowly back, tucking it behind your ear, before gripping your face roughly and pushing your head against the wall. He deformed it, veins and muscles bulging and pulsing in waves through your face and down your neck, while you healed up, undoing his damage and rolling your eyes back into your head. You savored his torture. His mismatched eyes burned with glee and he laughed, near maniacally, at your enjoyment.

“You-! You are too much fun!” He licked his lips and continued to cackle, like he had a front seat in the world's best joyride.

“More from the inside.” You teased. You lowered your hand to his pants and wrapped your fingers around the outline of his dick. He hissed as you stroked him, making you bite your lip at the sound.

The hand that was deforming your face stopped its transfiguring and moved to the top of your head, where it pulled your hair. He pressed your body further against the wall, giving you enough stability to bring both your hands to his pants, unzip them and allow his cock to spring free from the leather. You wrapped your hand around it and stroked him. Starting at the base, where it sprouted through the patch of brown fur that framed it, all the way to its pink round head. Your other hand caressed his abdomen, circling and clawing at the stitches in his cum gutters.

Mahito moaned and bucked his hips into your touch, squeezing your ass and thighs harder, pulling on your hair tighter. His eyes fluttered and his mouth hung open, before his sight landed on your chest, rising and falling under your tight fit shirt.

You encouraged him with a hum and the hand that was pulling your hair moved downwards, where its forearm split into halves. They promptly scrunched the cloth at the neck seam, one on each side, and ripped it apart, turning it to a cluster of circular tatters hanging from your waist and arms. His lips let out a long loud breath with the aftersound of a suppressed moan, almost like he was trying not to drool at the sight. He buried his face in your chest with nothing but nirvana in his mind.

You held the back of his head and nuzzled his hair as you kept stroking him, his pleasure-filled expression hidden between your breasts. Your breaths were heavy, and he would not stop letting out quiet grunts at your handjob. His hands roughly massaged your ass and the flesh belts around your thighs cut circulation to your feet, making them tingle. The arm that had split in two reunified, being joined by a sixth on the left side, and they both fondled your breasts. Mahito squeezed his face between the mounds and placed unrestrained bites and licks on them. When he felt himself getting close, he placed his lips against your ribs and muttered into them.

“You were right. I need the rest of it. I need to get in you.”

Mahito gripped your shoulders and slammed you against the wall once again, making you fumble the stroking rhythm you had. With the other pair of arms he gripped your asscheeks like rough dough and pulled you against him, rubbing his dick over your crotch. His nails dug in to the point of piercing cloth.

He brought his arms down from your breasts to fumble with the string of your pants. Unable to pull them or rip them away because of your legs around him, he turned around and let go of your ass, making you fall head-first into the floor. An unpleasant cracking was heard and blood splattered in a beautiful halo around your head, and you just healed the concussion shut. The only thing off the floor were your legs, still held at the sides of his hips. He stepped back and pulled your pants off with two hands at the rim and the two belts at the thighs, now sliding down to your knees and shins. When the pants were off, he tossed them to the side and recoiled the belts back into his body.

With now four arms, he crawled over you and pressed your legs apart. Mahito ripped the underwear you had like it was made of paper, throwing the pieces to the side. He held his dick in one hand, gently rubbing the head against your labia.

“God, I'm going to ruin you.” He grinned with a sing-sing tune of pure glee.

You grabbed him by the poncho and pulled him down to your level so you could talk.

“Think I'm not already rotten?” You whispered into his ear and licked your bottom lip, awaiting his response.

Instead of a witty remark, he just buried himself into you until bottoming out. He bit his lip and swallowed a big gulp, and you salivated with lascivious anticipation watching the stitches on his neck rise and fall from the movement.

“Fuck… This is good.” He muttered almost resentfully.

He threw his head back and enjoyed the feeling of your warm cunt. It was slicker than whatever he had before. Deeper. Warmer. Everything about the real thing, with the wetness and interaction of a willing participant, didn't compare to what he had done to transfigured humans, or to corpses, or to himself. Snapping back to reality, he started moving, and without much buildup he went right to pumping into you repeatedly. He was not at all mindful of still having his clothes on, of being on the cold floor, or even recalled being able to transfigure you while he was at it. All he could enjoy was the feeling.

You gripped the cloth falling over his back and started bunching it over his stitched shoulders, tucking his hair out of the way. When you got to the rim, you pulled the poncho over his head and he carelessly shoved it aside, shaking it off of the single arm that was stuck in its segmented sleeve. His hair fell forward with the movement and it now hung over you, grazing and tickling your chest. The view of his abs over you as he pounded was significantly better than a damn windowpane poncho.

Your own hands were busy as you tugged forcefully on a strand of his hair and decided to touch yourself, bringing about the familiar buildup of heat and electricity in the pit of your stomach. He noticed your hand and soon had it joined by an extra mouth, sprouting comically forward from his lower abdomen, right through his treasure trail. The mouth licked right with and over your fingers, and soon you were holding your pussy open for him, pressing down on your labia with your fingers. Their occasional twitching, your body's way to dispel some of the tension it was building.

“Do you want to feel what it's like when something comes around you? When they squeeze with you inside?” You teased, coaxing dirty talk out of him.

“I do… Come and scream my name. Fuck, I want to watch your face while you do it.”

“Then fuck me harder…” You mewled. His thrusts got stronger and he brought one of the arms sustaining his torso to grip your shoulder and push you harder against him with every pound. Your back chafed against the concrete, ripping at the skin of your scapulas. The mouth on your clit latched on and flicked its tongue around, catching the bud repeatedly.

Mahito lifted the last arm that sustained his torso from the floor, putting his weight on your thighs with the other pair. It forced them higher. It made your muscles sting. You unfolded your knees and placed your calves on his shoulders, and the position was riveting. He placed that hand on your mouth, where he pulled your lips, pinched your tongue, enjoyed the drool. Mahito straightened his back, lifting his torso away from your face. He ended up gripping your lower jaw like a handle, his knuckles under your tongue and thumb pressing into the soft spot under your chin. His nails cut the bottom of your mouth and he probably dislocated your jaw a couple of times with his thrusting, but fuck if you cared.

Your eyes rolled over as the heat built up higher and your toes curled around nothing. You thrashed your feet about in restlessness and the hands holding your thighs apart just tightened their grip, wavering with the movement of the muscles underneath them. You called out to him as promised and came around him. The pressure washed away in waves, rolling over you one by one in electric spasms. The tongue in the abdominal mouth flattened against your clit and you let it lick a trail slowly upwards. He could barely process his thoughts when the first spasm jolted your lower region.

“Ma- a- Ah!!” you fumbled your attempt to utter his name a second time.

“Ah...! Shit!” His eyes shot open and his mouth hung agape as you clenched around his dick.

He lost the regularity in his thrusting and let his sight glaze over, twitching at the feeling of your slick. The pulse brought him over the edge, and before your orgasm had fully waived he was moaning and pumping sloppily into you, spurting warm cum through your insides. His moans were even louder than yours, and his arms shook from the pleasure. Your half-lidded eyes framed by sweat met his and he had to shut them and turn his head away so he wouldn't be distracted. He moaned with the shivers that ran down his legs, his abdomen spasming and clenching. The abdominal mouth hung and drooled against your crotch, devoid of mind.

“Shit… you got so tight.” Mahito sighed, catching his breath, still coming down from his high.

“Isn't it so nice? You'll have to make me come again if you want more of that.” you giggled, partly trying to convince him to please you harder.

“Oh, I'll do so much more than make you come.” The man shook his head softly and looked down on you with a grin.

He didn't have such an issue as a refractory period. As soon as his dick went soft, he just made himself a new one and pushed that within you instead.

“Ah… More…” you cooed after his first few thrusts and it gave him a brand new idea.

Without ever pulling out, he made his cock a full double its volume. It shifted with delicious waves to the length of his foot and the thickness of a wrist. You bit your lips feeling its growth inside you, expanding your walls tighter. He pulled it out just to tease and even pushing it back took a little effort. The member stretched you open, the friction helped by all the wet and seed already inside. You felt a tinge of pride in your own pussy for taking it. He went right back to fucking. The pounding of this new dick made you feel so delightfully full, and the mild pain of his tip hitting your cervix was nothing but seasoning to your masochism. He wouldn't slide all the way in, instead he just pushed against the spongy back of your pussy until he felt too much resistance and slid back out, again and again.

The hand he once had in your mouth slithered down to your neck, where it was soon joined by the one that held your shoulder. He now had two hands on your thighs and two on your neck. He put his full weight on your trachea, and he seemed to love the feeling of wrapping his fingers around your small chunk of spine and muscle and grip it tight, with full suffocating intent. You couldn't breathe, but you didn't need to. His rhythmic slams against your cunt translated to his fingers digging harder and harder into your flesh, unrelenting as tugs on a zip tie. Pump after pump after pump, the pressure on your neck and on your cervix mixed in your head. They fought for your attention in turns with whichever felt strongest at any given second.

“Ah… I want to kill you so bad. I wanna blow you up into pieces.” Both arms pressed into your neck hard enough to scrunch it thin, folding the skin into rolls. He admired it as its color transitioned in a spotty gradient from pale to pink to red, to near grape under his fingers.

You couldn't talk, but you ran your finger under his chin and up his cheek, up to the stitches near his ear. You gripped the hair at the back of his head with both hands and held the blue-gray strands tight while he rolled repeatedly into you. He hissed in contentment at the feeling of you around him, at the sight of him around you, at the collapsing of your trachea under his hands. It made him way too aroused.

His gaze dropped slowly to your abdomen again and, with an intrusive thought, he decided to push into you until the base of his shaft. The pain stole your attention fully to your nether region. He pushed past any point of comfort into your cervix and gawked at the sight of your abdomen bulging ever so slightly to accommodate him. The sight made his dick twitch with the will to release. The feeling of pushing into your cervix past its intended size put wonderful pressure against his head. He pumped again and immediately had to stop himself because his stomach was coiling in pleasure against his will.

“Shit… I don't wanna come again already.” He let go of your neck and pulled out of you with haste, leaving with a loud sigh.

The curse panted loudly and stood up with laborious effort. He used this break to get his pants fully off. Both gasped for air, though you had much more of a reason. He wormed his legs out one after the other like boneless noodles and threw the pants in roughly the same direction where his poncho sat on the floor.

“You've made yourself such a gorgeous body.” you sat up and reached forward to grip the stitches in his thighs with admiration. You ran your digits over the raised clamps along the scar lines and resisted the urge to lean forward to kiss them. Mahito had kept human legs, even if the hairy patch around his base was still more like fur than pubes. Everything about his body was perfect to you. He snorted.

“You like it?” His smile widened. “How about this?”

With that, he split the dick mercilessly in half and reshaped both semicircles to the same girth as the first. He now had two wonderful shafts of exquisite size hanging from the soft brown fuzziness of his crotch.

“Fuck…” You whined, wordless except for the blushing in your cheeks and the glistening in your eyes. You scooted closer to him and sat up on your knees to get your mouth to the height where it could ghost over the shafts. You held them and fidgeted with their shapes, occasionally running your tongue along them, kissing their sides and cupping his balls. You looked up at him as you placed a hard lick over one of the tips and then the other in succession, tasting the precum that seeped from both. He could swear his balls ached at the sight.

“Get up and turn around for me?” Mahito grabbed both shafts and stepped back to keep you from worshiping them any longer. You bemoaned the loss, but got up and turned your back to him.

He embraced you with care and placed pecks on your neck. Mahito stretched an arm to the side and pushed the small wooden table that sat in the middle of the room against a wall. He walked forward with you until he had your legs pushing against the table’s edge and both of you faced the wall. You watched with wonder and a tinge of horror as a bramble of independent limbs split from his own and wrapped around the table.

Mahito placed a long, breathy kiss on your nape before putting his palm on your back and bending you over. You let him hold your wrists delicately and put them together above your head. He guided your forearms to lean against the wall, where he gripped them tight, making sure your hands wouldn't go anywhere. Two hands stretched from the table only to hold you by the lats, steadying you. Still carefully, the curse rubbed your shoulders and bent over you. He kissed your back and ran his other three hands down your sides, squeezing your anatomy and rubbing gentle scratches on the fats he could grip.

“You are being so wonderful, sweetheart.” Mahito placed kisses all over your back, his hair dragging ticklish paths along your sides. You looked back at him. The mood seemed to shift to something more loving than you ever expected.

“So caring all of a sudden? What's the matter, are you insecure about the b-- ahh?” He immediately shoved the top shaft inside your pussy until the base, shutting up any cocky comments coming out of you. The pain devolved your words into incoherence.

“You don't think I'm some kid, do you? I enjoy your teasing, but I'm inexperienced, not stupid. I'm being nice because I need you to relax if I want them both in.” He patted your butt and rubbed it in circles with both hands. “So you'll just enjoy it for me, yes?”

“I will… Mahito.” The line left you breathless. He was suddenly so much hotter than you'd thought. So far you thought you'd been commanding him, but it hadn't crossed your mind that he knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

As he was standing behind you, he had a perfect view of your entrance dripping for him and he gripped your asscheeks and hummed while looking down at it. The way your back arched so nicely against him when he rolled his hips into you was almost as riveting and the feeling of the bottom dick rubbing against your clit with his back and forth. He pushed a few times, letting his cockhead rub on the hood of your clit, before he reached one hand around your thigh to your crotch. The man felt for your clitoris and then gave his palm a mouth to eat you out with. His fingers sprawled under your entrance, where he kept slowly rocking against you.

“Not that you don't have something I didn't know, but the missing piece was feeling it. I know plenty. It's… a Mary's room situation.” He kept talking, earnest and lost in thought while his hand sucked and licked your clit, mindlessly rubbing and patting your curves in admiration. The second shaft twitched and smeared precum on the back of his hand. “I guess it's just that… I can be too rough for humans to have any of the good stuff, I assumed I just couldn't get it.”

He placed one palm on your back and you felt the most sensitive spot of your clit peek out and expand, becoming bigger, more sensitive. Within your muscles, nerve endings branched and reached, making the pleasure increase threefold. If before you were casually enjoying his eating out, now you spasmed and lost breath as the feeling moved you dangerously up the drop of a roller-coaster. You whined incoherent.

“But you… You've shown me the pleasure in them.” He lowered his abs over your back again and got close to your ear. Licks, pecks and bites peppered your back, popping up in places you know mouths shouldn't be. “The pleasure of your wet, gorgeous pussy, deep and clenching for me… No dead or unwilling thing has it. You'll come for me again, won't you, dearie?”

“Mahito- I'm- Ah, I'm-!” Your breath hitched with the building electricity.

“That's just what I wanted to hear!” He chuckled with a genuineness that felt out of place.

The roller-coaster stopped for only a second at the peak of chilling anticipation before dropping you into a storm of pleasure, washing away. You moaned without thought, the sound echoing against the walls and bringing heat to your cheeks with the embarrassment of your pathetic noises. Your legs shook and threatened to give in, but he had more than two arms holding you tight. As you came off it your heartbeat thumped in your ears, in your chest, in your clit.

He praised you as you came, closing his eyes to enjoy your spasming velvet walls around his dick. You felt like heaven, tight, swollen to all hell, plush, malleable as a squishy toy. He couldn't believe he'd willingly discarded it as literary hyperbole. It could be as good as he'd imagined, and it was breaking him. The red of Mary's apple, sitting right in front of his eyes.

Before your mind was back to the present, he pulled out his cock dripping with slick and pressed the tip softly against your ass. With the hand that ate you out, he gathered as much wetness and he could on his fingers by rubbing them between your folds and brought that hand to your anus, where his fingers entered you to spread it all around.

He now had one hand holding your arms and one in the small of your back angling your ass up at him, another one that thrusted softly into your anus and a final one held his top shaft, preparing it to enter. You had just come off your orgasm when he pushed the shaft inside, slowly against the resistance of your ring. The burn reminded you, what you'd almost forgotten by now, that his dicks were still unpleasantly too big.

You whined and he reassured you with shushes and pats until he was in to the hilt. “You said I can fuck you up and you can't take this much? You're disappointing me…”

“It's not- a complaint.” You clarified. It really wasn't, the noises you produced were entirely reflexive.

Mahito hummed in agreement and held the bottom shaft that peeked between your thighs. He pumped it with his fist to spread the excessive precum that seeped from the tip. It had been dripping, neglected since you last licked it. He curved it towards your pussy and pushed in. You felt stuffed, entirely full, with no space left for yearning, no matter how much arousal had deepened your canal. Especially with both their sizes, it was entirely too much.

“This… is so crazy good. Even when I'm not doing anything else…” Mahito sighed as he slid leisurely back and forth into the holes, fully devoted to feeling. The pleasure of a slick recipient was doubled, occupying more of his mind than anything else had. He gripped the back of your head without looking and felt the sticky matted dirt of blood on your hair.

“Hm? What's this from?” He removed his hand in surprise.

“You… when you got my pants off.” You murmured.

“I like it.” He brought the hand to his mouth and licked the blood off it. “I think I know what I want to do…”

“I don't care what you do, just fuck me… please…” you whimpered, growing desperate at his stalling. You tried remove your hands from his grip, but they were well secured above your head. He ran that thumb over your knuckles in consolation.

“Hm, like this?” He pulled back and slammed into you in mockery.

“Yes! Please…!” you nodded vigorously.

“Is that so? I think I would rather…” He vexed and extended two of his arms forward, where they wrapped around your neck and forehead to pull your head back as far as it could bend. Your neck ached and your mouth opened wide in an effort to relieve his grip on your neck. “Even like that?”

“Anything… please-!” You begged, filling up his sadistic ego.

“Aye aye then…” he cheerfully agreed.

He held your hip with his only free hand and pounded you, over and over, without restraint. The arms that held you stretched unnaturally long to allow him to straighten his posture and pound with his full body. Grunts left his lips that sounded entirely too hot to be caused just by effort.

Mahito kept a steady rhythm and pulled your head back with his hands, forcing every muscle in the front of your neck to stretch taut. Your sight was confined to your forearms rubbing against the unpainted cement wall. His grip on your wrists turned your skin white, outlined by a flurry of red streaks. You spread your pinkies apart, trying to place your fingers on the wall, but barely achieved it, still restrained by his fist.

The hand on your neck twisted your anatomy, sending bulges of vein and muscle through you like shivers, pulsing your entire body with gross transfiguration. Not only that, but it sharpened, the web of this thumb thinning into a blade's edge and piercing into skin with his grip. You gasped in desperation as it started to dig into muscle and tried to heal the cut shut against his hand. He tightened his grip and shook your neck, back and forth, to dispel your effort.

“No.” His hand pierced further. “Let it run.”

Blood dripped down your torso, tickling your chest in its path and leaving sticky ruby trails in its wake. Drips ran down his arm and over your collarbones, contouring the mounds of your breasts, until they could reach your belly and fall to the ground, heavy with accumulated volume, unable to reach any further down and losing their grip on skin from the shaking of his pounds.

The cut burned like fire, stealing your attention from anything else. To get your focus back down, Mahito slammed into you hard and started sliding the shafts in alternating paces. He didn't need to thrust his hips: they pumped autonomously. The feeling was like nothing you'd ever had, either. You attempted to force words out of the hyperstimulating cacophony of sensations he was putting you through, shaking your attention away just to call his name. You bucked your hips backward into his thrusts, helping his movement in the only way you could.

He wrapped two more arms around your waist, gluing his body to yours again, and gripped the softness right below your ribs. You lost count of how many he had. He curved his fingers inward into the middle of your abdomen, sharpening his fingertips into precise blades, piercing at the skin and gripping as if he were going to pull out chunks with his bare hands. He gripped your fat and rammed his hips deliciously as blood ran piping hot down his forearms. The curse moaned and let his mouth hang agape, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, as the inherent eroticism of entering flesh turned him on so bad he thought he might come immediately. The pained cry that left your mouth went from his ears straight to his dick.

“Fuuuuck.” He leaned down and breathed hard against your back. The shaft in your ass twitched, bringing too much tension to his lower belly, relaying the message that with another second his balls would turn blue. You clenched your hole around it, milking it for release, and he couldn’t hold anything back. It pumped your ass full of seed, spewing jets of white inside you. Mahito placed his forehead against your spine and whined, his mouth ghosting over you with a small string of drool below. His fringe caught on beaded sweat and stuck to your back, but still he never stopped pumping. It was all only from the dick on top, the one that had been in you the longest. The one in your pussy still hurt for release, winding a fiery coil in his stomach.

His palms distorted you, shifting your insides so your flesh would compress and release against him. He was using you, making you a flesh toy, providing squeeze in his own terms. It peeved him for being too little effort from you, too close to what he already knew, but just the puffiness of your cunt against him was novelty enough. He didn't care now that he was in despair, pining for a second orgasm that didn't delay much further.

He came for the second time with cries that seemed almost painful and whipped his spine straight, carelessly forgetting himself and pulling on your head enough to snap it backwards. He moaned pathetically with the shakes of every muscle and attempted to rock his hips with faltering success. He let go of the grip in every hand and dropped his sweat-covered frame over you, pushing your body down into the table.

“Ah… ah… are you- alive?” He asked meekly at your limp, unmoving frame. He'd done things that would kill a human a few times, but he wondered if this had been too much.

“I told you I would be.” You replied with equally breathless lilt from underneath.

Happiness painted his perspective in pink and he recoiled all but two arms back while the main pair slithered underneath to hug you tenderly. The sticky layer of blood made his hug that much warmer in the literal sense, giving tangibility to the figurative warmth of his thanks. He pulled you tight into his embrace, and you folded your arms over your shoulders to pat his head on your nape, both waiting for their breaths to settle.

“I know it's been dragging out for long, but still… I don't want it to stop.” Mahito turned to nuzzle the side of your head. “I still wish I had more… more of the things only you can give.”

You pushed yourself off the table, forcing him to slip out of your holes and lift himself off as well. You turned to him and cuffed his chin to bring his lips down on yours, kissing him with sloppy nods, which one could almost mistake for a loving trade of affection. He wrapped his bloodied hands on your back, dragging trails that mixed with sweat to smear more than they should. Your lips separated and your eyes met his mismatched pair, half-lidded and full of wonder.

“Tell me…” you whispered into his lips with confidence he had expected to have snuffed out after all this.

“I want to experience your body more…” He licked his bottom lip, unable to divert his eyes from yours. “Let me find out how much I can dismantle you before you break”.

“If you still have the vigor, I'll give you something that you really never had from your attempts.”

You pushed him backwards, making him stumble with crooked steps and fall on his ass. His smile spread further than humanly possible when you got down and crawled over him, dressed in a stained scarf of blood that licked your entire torso in red.

You kneeled at the sides of his hips and reached down to ride him.

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polaroidpascal · 3 months

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valentine's day || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : you and frankie’s anniversary just happens to be on valentine’s day. even though you have to work today, frankie makes sure everything is set up to go perfectly when you come home.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, lots and lots of kissing, frankie is sickeningly sweet and gives you princess treatment, reader wears lingerie, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (practice safe!!), multiple orgasms, praise kink, nicknames (so many nicknames…), lots of talking, coming together, creampie, little bit of sweet aftercare

WC: 6k (idk what happened to me…)

a/n : this is only briefly proofread so apologies for any errors or things that sound a little silly !! happy valentine’s day everyone 🫶

Your alarm wakes him up before it wakes you. The sound of the unoffending yet still dreadful beeping softly fills your consciousness but is quickly shut off. You hear some motion from the bathroom, still mostly asleep, and mere minutes later are greeted by sweet kisses to your neck and cheek, a hefty hand tracing your soft figure.

You slowly stir awake, kisses being oh so gently peppered across your face as you stretch to get your blood flowing again. You relax, open your eyes, and see Frankie, still sleepy-eyed but looking down sweetly at you.

“Good morning,” you say with as much of a smile as you can while still waking up.

“Good morning,” he says, matching your sleepy grin. “Happy anniversary, mi amor.” He leans down to kiss you. You melt into his soft lips, so soft that you think you might still be dreaming.

“Happy anniversary,” you say when he finally breaks away.

You and Frankie’s anniversary just happens to fall on Valentine’s Day, and you insist every year that he doesn’t need to do much, if anything, for you, but he does not take “no” for an answer. After the third year, you gave up your effort realizing that he was going to spoil you one way or another. You also gave up on finding any gifts for him (at his request -- nay, his command, basically) because, Your smile is enough, amor. And these hips, too, he’d flirt.

“Five years, huh?” you ask him, pure affection sparkling in both of your eyes.

“Why, are you sick of me already?” he jokes, eyebrows raised worriedly.

You laugh and shake your head, stretching some more with your arms reaching up to the ceiling. “Ugh, it should be a crime that I have to work today,” you say, arms crashing back down on the bed.

“I know, love.” he chuckles, gently rubbing your belly and kissing your forehead. “But hey, we still have all evening to celebrate,” he says playfully, smirking and nudging you a bit. You breathe a laugh, sitting up and getting your bearings before making your way to the bathroom to get ready.

Frankie gets up, too, making his way to the kitchen instead to make you breakfast before you start your day. He’s surprisingly quite the cook, and he knows you love it when he makes french toast. No one can make it like you do, Frank, you tell him. But this time, he uses a cookie cutter to make little hearts for you, frying them up perfectly as he does, and serving them all pretty for you.

You emerge from the hallway, hair barely halfway dry from a quick shower. It’ll look fine when I pull it up, you think as you towel dry it as best you can. You already smell the sweet cinnamon filling the air and know he’s treating you today. As you enter the kitchen, he’s turned away at the stove, still in his t-shirt and boxers, crew socks adorning his feet and hair still messy from sleep. You watch him cook up a serving for himself and see your plate neatly set on the table for you already, complete with a glass of apple juice (he knows that’s your favorite, too) and the best strawberries in the container he had bought. When you look down, you see the heart shaped toast and smile, a warmth filling your entire chest.

“Little hearts?” you say endearingly and he turns over his shoulder to smile at you before resuming his cooking. He finishes plating his helping, not bothering to make it even half as pretty as yours, and you sit down to eat together.

“Mmm,” you hum as you take a bite, “How do you make them better and better every time?”

“A chef never reveals his recipes,” he says, taking a bite as well. “So, I was thinking maybe we can go get dinner at that Italian place you like? I’ll bring you to work and come pick you up later, too. What do you think, princess?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” you say, smiling back at him before meeting his gaze again. “Wait, what about my clothes? I’d have to come back and get ready.”

“Well, what if we got you something new? Consider it my present to you.”

“Frankie, you already do so much, I don’t need new clothes too--”

“Ahhh, ah, ah,” he cuts you off, waving one hand back and forth. “No querida, none of that. I’m taking you to get something pretty.”

You cock your head to the side and smile as if to say, That’s really sweet of you. “Thank you, baby,” you say as you take another bite of your breakfast. When you finish, Frankie cleans up his and your plates, planting a kiss to the top of your head as he walks by. He tosses them into the sink to clean later as you gather your things and head to the car.

“Bye, love,” Frankie calls as you get out of the car. “Have a good day,” he says, a smile adorning his face.

“See you later,” you say and blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it to his heart before he drives away.

On his way home, he stops at a florist stand and sees that they’ve put out some new signs. One reads, “The Language of Flowers” next to another reading, “Build a bouquet!” Frankie studies the chart reading what each flower is supposed to mean, carefully picking out an arrangement that says exactly what he wants to say. He grabs a positively beautiful assortment of pink, white, yellow, and red flowers making sure to place them in the most appealing way before grabbing a container of rose petals, taking everything to check out, and heading to the next store.

Immediately upon entry into the apothecary a few doors down, he’s overwhelmed with smells and candles and soaps and lotions -- and he has no idea what to even look for.

“D’ya need some help?” a low voice calls from the counter.

Frankie looks up and chuckles, “Yeah, actually, that would be nice.”

“What are you lookin’ for?” the man asks, looking down at the bouquet in his hand . “I’m assuming something for your lady, hm?”

“Yeah, I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, really, but I wanted to surprise her. It’s actually our anniversary too and I want to make it special,” he says, blushing just a little.

“Well,” the man starts, “we’ve got a bunch of candles over here, small ones, big ones, anything you might want. And we’ve got some soaps and bath bombs over here. My wife, Tess, makes them all.”

Frankie smiles at that and asks, “And you help her sell?”

“Yeah, figure it’s the least I could do considering she makes it all. But anyway, if you need anything else, just holler.”

“Thank you so much,” he says before looking around the shop, taking inventory on all of the things he could buy. After smelling some candles and finding what he knows are your favorites, he finally decides what he wants and grabs everything he’ll need for later, checking out again and heading to the car to go back home.

Frankie lays his bags of goodies on the table and immediately gets to work around the house, starting with the dishes from this morning. He dries his hands and retrieves your laundry from the dryer to fold for you. Mid-folding, he pulls out a piece of cloth that he’s never seen before. He knows your clothes well (folding aside, countless times taking them off of you will do that) and he’s never seen this fabric before. As he unfurls the delicate garment, his jaw completely drops.

He holds up an intoxicatingly small and thin piece of lingerie, one he’s never seen before and his belly fills with heat. This has to be brand new, he thinks. She was gonna surprise me, huh? His jeans grow tight at the thought, unable to keep the fog from rolling in on his brain. He carefully lays it to the side for later and begins a futile attempt to push it out of his brain so he can finish the rest of this damned laundry.

Your phone dings at about 3:00.

Hey, baby. Let me know when you get off and I’ll be on my way. Love you ❤️

You smile and text back, I’ll be off in 30. Boss felt nice today 😊

Almost immediately, Frankie replies, I’ll be waiting, princess.

You blush and finish up your work as quickly as you can so you can touch up your makeup before Frankie picks you up. Just like he said, he’s waiting for you at the front of the parking lot ready to take you shopping. He’s absolutely beaming when he sees you approach, leaning over to kiss you tenderly when you hop into the passenger seat.

He pulls away asking, “Ready to go find something cute?”

“If you insist, loverboy,” you say with a smirk. He chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the car out of the lot and starting for the boutique you love.

You spend a while browsing the racks, accumulating an armful of dresses and one-pieces that catch your eye. Before you know it, your arm looks like it might as well be a rack itself with how much it's holding. “Here,” Frankie says, moving to grab the clothes, “let me take it, love.” You decide not to protest, but you finally make your way to a fitting room so he doesn’t have to carry any more.

It’s like your own little fashion show. With every outfit, you walk out of the curtains to your waiting boyfriend who looks absolutely dazed with everything you walk out in. But one particular dress has him sitting up a little different when you emerge.

“Oh, wow…” he mutters to himself, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You’re wearing a cute, short floral dress, a spring-y type, that isn’t even that fancy, really. But it's the way it hugs your figure perfectly, accentuating and complimenting every asset of your body that has Frankie all but salivating at the sight of you. You do a little spin for him, eyes coming to his face after the turn and seeing them almost glossed over.

“Do you like it?” you ask innocently.

He forces his eyes to meet yours and nods softly. “Yeah. Okay. I don’t need to see any more, that’s the one, hermosa,” he says as he stands up and walks towards you.

You laugh at his urgency and move to gather your things. Frankie pays and grabs everything but your purse from you as you make your way back to the car.

You get to dinner fairly early, parking the car at around 5:30. Frankie rushes out to open your door for you like the gentleman he is before taking you in his arm to walk into the restaurant. You sit at a beautiful little table decorated with a small fresh flower and a tealight candle, silverware and plates neatly set out already. Surprisingly, the restaurant is emptier than you thought it’d be.

“Love, how did you even get a reservation here?” you ask. “Don’t restaurants book up like months in advance for Valentine’s Day? We only decided to come this morning.”

Frankie laughs to himself for a moment before he confesses, “I did book this months in advance, I just didn’t tell you.” You reach over and lightly smack his hand and he laughs. He really did think of everything.

The rest of dinner goes wonderfully. You order your favorite dish and it’s cooked perfectly. Frankie gets a bottle of wine for the table, you joke and laugh, he steals a kiss or two of your hand… everything is just truly perfect.

You leave the restaurant and decide to take a walk down to a little ice cream shop, open a bit later just for today. You each get a scoop and walk along a lakeside through a park nearby, Frankie’s arm draped around your waist, the other holding a mini ice cream cone, while you eat from your little cup.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you say, looking up briefly at his face. He looks down and smiles sweetly back at you. “Everything was so nice. Even though I had to work.”

He squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your forehead. You walk a little further before he jokes, “Well, I wasn’t gonna sit around and twiddle my thumbs all day, was I?” You chuckle and lean into him some more. “You ready to go back home, mi amor?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. The bed is calling to me. If you listen real close, you might be able to hear it too.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs and you head back to the car.

Frankie’s hand is glued to your thigh the entire drive, just sitting there wanting to feel the warmth of your soft thighs peeking beneath the hem of your new dress, the one he already loves so much. His eyes are glued to the road, but yours are glued to him, watching as he rests one hand on the top of the wheel, checks his mirrors routinely, and relaxes into the motions of driving.

A warm puddle grows in your belly at the beautiful sight of him, spreading from right where he was rubbing you this morning as you woke up. You look down to your thigh and grab his hand. He glances over for a second and tries to responsibly divide his focus on the road and your hand guiding his slowly further and further up your leg, brushing the middle of your panties and spreading the slick gathering there to dampen them even more.

You hear him grunt softly under his breath at the feeling and the soft whimper that leaves your mouth, feeling his thick fingers brushing your clothed core.

“Amor, please… we’re almost home,” he begs. You whine as you roll your hips a little into his hand at him and he grunts again, trying to stifle it as best as he can.

“Since you planned everything, I'm sure you planned to fuck me too, hm?” you tease and fight the urge to plunge his fingers into your underwear and have him finger you right here, right now.

“Baby… you have no idea,” he teases as he starts to rub you over your underwear. You whine and lean back into the seat, your hips following the movement of his hand.

He takes his hand away as you pull into the driveway, getting out again to open your door for you. This time, he leans down and kisses you deeply, tongue knocking at your lips waiting to be welcomed inside your mouth. He grabs your hand to lead you inside, walking a little too fast and excitedly for you to keep up.

“Frankie, hang on a second--” you say, stumbling in your heels to keep up. He slightly fumbles with his keys for just a moment, playing it off well trying to hide his excitement. When he opens the door, you almost go weak as you gasp, hand up to your mouth taking in all that you see. “Oh, Frankie…”

Candles. Everywhere. Little ones sitting on the tables and lining the hallway, a small walkway of them leading directly to your bedroom. In between them, a sparse trail of rose petals acts like a bright neon sign saying “this way to the bedroom!”

He hugs you from behind, kissing your neck when he asks, “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Frankie this is too much, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”

“I had Pope stop by when we left the ice cream shop to light them all,” he says softly in your ear. “Go inside, I have one more thing to give you,” he says, pushing you slightly in the door. “Well, two things really, but only one that’s not at the end of this yellow brick road paved for you.”

He takes your hand guiding you to the kitchen where you see a beautiful bouquet of flowers dressing the table. You can tell he made it because of the seemingly random selection making up the bouquet. “Did you make this, baby?”

“I did,” he says, hugging behind you once again. “That flower shop in town had it set up. They had this cool chart, too. Apparently different flowers mean different things.”

“Oh?” you ask, looking around at him.

“Yeah. I took a picture of it so I wouldn’t forget.” He pulls out his phone for reference. “Look here,” he points, “this tulip right here is for love, of course. This one here is an apple blossom. It says it means ‘I prefer you before all.’”

You feel tears well up in your eyes as he continues, “This one, the lily, is for pure love. And the honeysuckle is for devoted affection--”

You turn around in one smooth motion and kiss him fervently, pressing yourself impossibly close to his lips, unable to control yourself as the love ignites like wildfire in your chest. His hands come up to your cheeks to hold you steady as he kisses you back, deeply and passionately. “And that last red one there, the fuschia…” he mumbles as he finally pulls you away and smiles. “That one means ‘I like your taste.’”

You kiss him again, legs already moving to your bedroom and you pull away, the two of you chasing each other down the hall like a couple of teenagers home alone for the first time.You follow the tealights and rose petals to your room, the door slightly ajar. And when you open it, there’s even more rose petals than before scattered across the floor and sprinkled on the bed. You see something folded at the edge, stepping closer only to stop in shock. “Oh my god... you did the laundry...?”

“I sure did, amor. Hey, this might be crazy but I found this thing in your batch that I’ve never seen before…” he teases, the smile on his mouth audible. You reach to pick it up and turn to face him. He looks back, smile fading and arms crossing when he says, “Are you cheating on me?”

You laugh and throw it at him. “You’re so stupid, Frankie!”

He laughs back and tosses it back to you. “Go on, amor, go put it on. I’ve been thinking about it all day, I wanna see it.”

You scurry over to the bathroom, garment in hand, to change. You slip it on -- it fits perfectly -- and fix your hair a little in the mirror. You can’t help but let out a giddy giggle before you turn to the door again.

When you come back into the bedroom, Frankie is already stripped down to his boxers, sitting at the edge of the bed. He looks up at you and you swear you can see his cock jump from where you’re standing. He nearly falls back onto the bed when you walk out, muttering something that you can’t quite make out. He beckons you over to him, his hands immediately connecting to your hips and tracing your figure. “Amor… mírate…” he purrs, his voice low and lustful.

You let his hands wander over your body, barely clothed by the lacy white lingerie adorning your body. He cups your boobs over the delicate fabric, the buds growing under his touch and a chill running down your spine.

“Frankie…” you moan, becoming putty in his palms.

He gently commands, “Lay on the bed for me. I need to taste you.”

You obey, switching positions with him as he stands and you crawl towards the head of the bed. You lounge there, knees spread as he crawls between your legs. His fiery touch like fireworks against your soft skin. He rubs the outsides of your thighs planting kisses leading up towards your middle, already soaking your brand new outfit.

He sees the wet spot there and kisses your core over the cloth, desperate to taste you. You moan at the softness, “Please, Frankie…”

He slowly… very, very slowly drags your panties off, reveling in the way you shiver when your wet heat meets the cold air of the room. “Good god…” he whispers, seeing the way you glisten in the dim light of the room. “So fucking wet…”

“Mhm…” you whimper, desperate to feel any part of him finally touch you.

Fighting every urge to dive straight in, he kisses the crease where your legs and hips meet… the lowest part of your belly right above your pussy… and each lip as you chase his mouth, desperately seeking him where you want him most.

He looks up at you, eyes completely black from lust, “Gonna let me treat you like a princess, hm? Be so good for me?”

You bite your lip at how hot he looks, inches from your middle and hair ever so slightly messy from taking off his clothes, waiting for you to answer him before he dives in. “Yes, so good for you, baby… need you so bad,” you whine and nod.

He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he lowers down, tongue sticking out as he licks a devastatingly slow and warm stripe up your center, drinking in all of you waiting for him. You throw your head back, eyes rolling as you moan and squirm under him. He starts slow, savoring every jolt and shiver and roll of your hips while his tongue dances in your folds.

“Yes, Frankie… feels so fucking good…” you cry. Your body subconsciously chases him, your thighs gently clamping his head as you grind on his tongue. Every rut up against his face makes him press into you harder and his tongue laps up every drop of you.

You gain the strength to look down at him again and he looks like he’s drowning, face completely buried within you, eyes closed and enjoying every second that he’s trapped between your legs. The sight of his hips gently and mindlessly driving himself into the mattress sends a flood of wetness through you and you flutter beneath his tongue. He feels it and moans against you, the vibration immediately sending another wave down there.

He pulls off for a short breath, “Fuck yes, baby… Such a good girl…”

You whimper at his praise and he gradually picks up speed, switching between broad, flattened strokes up your heat and focusing on your clit. His tongue draws pointed circles there and it sends electricity through your veins. You whine and writhe and moan as he eats you like a man starved, drinks you like he’s been stuck in a desert and you’re his oasis.

He moves down a little, focusing his mouth at your entrance. His nose is nestles perfectly against your clit as his tongue darts out into you, fucking you gently and moving his face side to side. “Oh my god, Frankie… yes, just like that…”

“Tastes so sweet, hermosa… fuck, you’re so gorgeous…” he moans into you. He feels you coming more and more undone on his mouth as you fight a losing battle to stay still underneath him. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open but still letting you squeeze his face tight. He feels you get closer and closer but he slowly pulls off. You whine in protest looking at him with the most pitiful doe eyes he’s ever seen.

“Flip over,” he gently orders and you obey, turning and switching your weight to your knees and forearms. He grabs your waist and pulls you a little closer before his mouth is back on you, licking you from front to back and groaning into you. This angle makes it easier for his tongue to fuck into you, moving in and out and driving you fucking crazy. His hand snakes around your waist, fingers landing directly on your clit and drawing careful circles.

You fall closer to the bed still resting on your arms but relying on the strength of your shoulders to keep you from fully collapsing. “Oh my fucking god… right there, baby… please dont stop…” you beg.

“Gonna come for me, princess?... That’s it, all over my face, baby… Want it all…”

You back yourself up into his face without even realizing it, feeling the build up deep in your belly. You clench around his tongue and he moans, the vibration hurdling you closer and closer to your orgasm. “Yes, baby… fuck, I’m gonna come… right there… yes…”

“Let it go baby, let me feel you…” he says before picking up his unrelenting and intoxicating speed. All at once, it washes over you and you fully collapse onto the bed, back arching while you twitch and grind his face. He doesn’t let up, letting you ride out every last wave as he devours you until you pull away from him on the verge of overstimulation.

He leans back and wipes his completely drenched mustache and beard with the back of his hand. He looks breathless and blissful, but not as blissful as you, trying to get some strength back into your arms to hold yourself up, but Frankie puts his hand on your back pushing you down and grabs your legs to lay you completely flat. His giant hand rubs up your back, then he kisses a line down your spine feeling the goosebumps raise on your skin. “So good, princess. Such a good girl.” You whine at his praise again. “You like being my good girl, huh? Taking my tongue like that, doing just what I told you to do.”

You muster a weak, “Yes, Frankie… love it s’much…”

He cups your ass in his hands, “Wanna feel me all up in your belly now, baby?”

You can’t even answer him in words this time and pathetically whimper the equivalent of, Yes, please fill me up.

He rips off his boxers and grabs his cock, rock solid and already dripping, and he lines himself up with you, coating himself in the slick he didn’t drink up already and notches the fat tip at your entrance. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby… Gonna fit it all in there… so deep, huh?” He pushes the tip in as slow as he can before it slips in and you gasp at the feeling. He pushes in, inch by inch filling you up so perfectly… so fully… as you gasp and huff to catch your breath.

A rumbling groan erupts from his chest, “Fuuuuuck… my fucking god, baby…” You feel his cock twitching on you already when he bottoms out and tries to ground himself before he loses it too soon.

He leans down on top of you, arms on either side of your own and grabbing your hands in his. “So soft and warm, mi amor…” he purrs in your ear. “Your pussy was made for me baby…”

He kisses your shoulder as he slowly inches out and you whine at the loss before he quickly pushes back in, sitting up and grabbing your hips. He picks you up a little, getting the angle just right where he knows he’ll hit that spongy little spot that makes you see stars. His cock curls perfectly into it making you whine at every thrust, more and more slick spilling out of you every time.

You can’t even speak anymore. He already has you in a puddle of whimpers and whines, the only thing on your brain is how fucking deep he is in your belly.

“God, you look so pretty taking my cock, princess,” he says, drilling into you with his relentless speed. You feel a build up deep inside as he hits and hits and hits that one spot, your entire body going weak and limp as he builds you up. Your hand reaches around to find his at your hip and you squeeze it, a silent way of saying, Please don’t fucking stop.

“You like that baby? You gonna come again all over my cock?” he teases, never letting up and fucking deeper into you.

“yesbabyyes’msoclosefrankie” you babble, completely cock drunk and putty underneath him. He keeps going, egging you on and twitching inside of you.

“Yeah, baby… taking it so fucking deep… So good for me huh?... Who’s my good girl?”

It’s that last bit that has you clawing at the sheets and coming undone again underneath him in a mess of whines and moans and sobs. Your senses blur, your vision foggy and ears ringing with pleasure. It’s impossible to tell how loud you are right now, the only thoughts running through your brain are how to stay conscious while Frankie fucks you within an inch of your life. He holds your hips steady as you clench impossibly tight around him, fucking you up to the hilt and dragging himself along your spasming walls. He stills and his cock jumps again, this time he leans down again on top of you breathing heavily and fighting every single muscle in his body telling him to keep going.

“Fuck baby… that’s it, come back to me… so fucking gorgeous…” he rests above you, not moving for a minute and letting himself sit in your heat, harder than a fucking diamond inside of you.

Finally, he sits up again. “Love… you got one more for me, hm? Come on, you can do it…” he insists, rubbing up and down your back as you slowly come back down to earth.

“C’mon, princess, turn over one more time for me… Wanna see those pretty eyes and pretty lips…” he begs as he helps you move under him. “Oh, amor…”

Your face is a fucked out wreck, eyes half shut, makeup slightly smeared, and tiny tear marks decorating beneath your eyes. He leans down and sprinkles gentle kisses all over your face before settling at your lips, his tongue intruding your welcoming mouth as he kisses you deep. He presses his forehead to yours, “Gonna give me one more, baby… Be my good girl and give me one more, okay?” he whispers.

You nod weakly at him, hands coming up to rub his sides as he trails kisses down your face, your neck, and your chest, drawing one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before sitting up to realign himself with you. “Ready?”

You nod, desperation plastered across your face as he lines himself up and pushes in. He watches as your jaw goes slack, eyes closed and brows furrowed at his reentry, a small sob escaping from your chest. He watches your face as he pushes all the way in and drags back out, slowly at first until he sets a comfortable pace. An uncontrollable chorus of desperate whines from you fill the air. He drapes your legs over his arms holding you in place because he knows you can’t keep them steady anymore.

“So fucking good baby… you’re so perfect… feel so good…” he babbles as he fucks you, sprinkling kisses all over your legs. He lets them down and lays on you, impossibly deep in your belly as he cups your face with one hand and holds your own with the other. He kisses you feverishly as he reaches places in you with his cock that only he could ever possibly hit.

His sounds and touches make one more pool of arousal drip in your stomach, slowly but surely building up inside of you. His breathing gets harder and faster, his hips just starting to falter a bit. He lifts up from your lips and looks at your eyes, closed from the positively blinding pleasure you feel.

“Look at me baby… open those eyes for me… That’s it, love, look at me when I fuck you.”

You lock eyes with him. Even this close, you can’t tell where his pupils end and iris begins. You drink in all of his beautiful features, his face starting to look just as fucked out as yours has been. “So beautiful… I love you so much… You feel so fucking good…”

His babbling and inconsistent thrusts tell you he’s close. You use the last of your energy to answer him back instead of just pathetic sounds.

“You’re so sweet to me Frankie… fuck me so perfect…”

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you, hermosa?… My good little girl taking my cock…”

“Yes… ‘m yours baby, all yours…”

He grunts as his thrusts become completely sloppy now, fast and slow trying with every fiber of his being to keep it together but he’s almost at his limit. You feel him twitching hard now, hurdling you closer and closer faster than you thought you would as your walls flutter around him.

“I feel you baby… you getting close for me? Gonna come with me?”

“Yes, baby… wanna come with you… feels so good…”

“That’s it baby…” he chases his high, never once looking away from your face. “Look at me, baby… wanna watch you come on my cock…”

Each pound into you sends electricity up your spine. Frankie takes his hand from yours and drops it down to your clit, using his thumb to trace messy but firm circles on the little bundle of nerves. You screw your eyes shut, almost completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Gonna make you mine, amor… Look at me baby… ‘M gonna put a pretty little ring on that finger someday… you want that? You wanna be mine?”

Your mouth hangs open in a stupor. “Yes, baby, yes… wanna be all yours…”

His jaw goes slack too, huffing and grunting with every thrust. “Fuck yes, baby… fuck ‘m close… look at me when you come, baby… give it to me…”

You lock eyes with him and let the coil in your belly come undone, convulsing at his touch and choking his cock impossibly tight. He lets out an animalistic groan at you and it’s only seconds before he’s painting your walls with his cum, bottoming out and staying there as he jolts inside of you. Filling you up with more and more of him as his sticky spend leaks out of you around him. He buries his head into your neck and whines as he empties himself completely into you, all but crushing you with his weight while his hot panting breath dances across your body.

You both lay there twitching from the aftershocks and desperately try to catch your breath. He lays there so long that he’s mostly soft when he finally brings himself to pull out of you, cum immediately leaking out of you onto the towel that you didn’t even notice has been there the whole time, too blinded by everything else going on.

He watches the little show before he grabs the end of the towel to clean you up some, tossing it to the side and collapsing on his back next to you. You curl into his side tracing up and down his torso as you sigh, “Good god, Frankie…”

He chuckles and brings his hand down to stroke your hair. The two of you stay there for a little while more, basking in the afterglow and warmth of each other. Eventually, Frankie gently asks, “You wanna go rest in the bath a little?” and plants a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmm…” you hum. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He carefully rises to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to run the water. Suddenly, you remember something he said and call out to him. “Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What was that bit about the ring, again?”

“Shit--” you hear him curse. He comes back out to you with a slight urgency in his walk and kisses you… long… When he pulls away, he brings his hand up to your chin and whispers, “You never heard a thing,” planting a cute peck on the lips while you laugh at him before disappearing back into the bathroom.

a/n : ngl this one got away from me and i was not expecting it to be this long, but im not surprised bc im so down bad for frankie... (i also may or may not have already thought of a fluffy little sequel of sorts for this one bc im too insane about him...) anyway, happy valentine's day everyone, hope you enjoyed !! 🫶💜

#francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x y/n #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #valentines day #happy valentine's day #valentine's day special #valentine's day alone with my laptop

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trippibrujx · 7 months

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Plants of Santa Muerte

Agave: Self confidence, Love-Magic.

Aloe Vera: Protection(especially for children & pregnant women), self love, inner beauty.

Apple: Knowledge, wisdom, necromancy, healing psychosomatic ailments.

Apricot: Love-Magick (especially for gender-variant people). Wisdom spells (especially focused on one's own self or your masculine side if you're a woman, or feminine side if you're a man.

Avocado: Love and lust spells(attracting men), erotic beauty, increase male virility.

Beans: Friendship-Magick.

Belladonna: Lust(enhancing one's seductiveness), protection(cord-cutter), connect to other dimensions and realms of consciousness.

Berry: Raspberries are used in female fertility spells (Raspberries are used to create). Black berries are used in protection and healing psychological trauma (Blackberries are used to destroy).

Burdock: Protection(keeping harm and danger away), attraction (people, places, things).

Cactus: Protection(guard against those who wish to do harm), Chastity spells (ward off unwanted sexual advances/aggression).

Cherry: Love-Magick (lust to love).

Chili Peppers: Chastity spells, Protection(cooling/calming).

Chocolate: Luxury, prosperity, erotic love. Dark chocolate is preferred.

Chrysanthemum: Necromancy, communing with the dead.

Cilantro: Self-acceptance, self-love, stopping/preventing bullying(giving victim courage to stop being victimized), Maintain grace during stress.

Cinnamon: Money-Magick(expand prosperity), Lust-Magick(add sensuality to relationship).

Coca Leaves: Offering to spirits, tool of divination, aid to energize mind during meditation.

Coffee Beans: Break addictions, Breaking self illusions.

Dandelion: Self-confidence to be stand out of the crowd, Detoxify negative thinking.

Honeysuckle: Expedite spell speed.

Hyacinth: Gay male love-magick(help with coming out of the closet or accepting one's own homosexuality).

Jasmine: Dream work(prophetic dreams). magnifies emotions in spell work like love or lust.

Lemon: Cleansing, Healing-Magick.

Licorice: Hexes , harmful magick, combat addictions, promote longevity.

Lily: Break love spells, ease transitional pain of loss(friends, breakups, divorce, death).

Lime: Cleansing spiritual ailments, love magick(zest/strengthen relationships).

Marijuana: Protection(from law and harm), Money-Magick.

Nettle: Protection-Magick(to get a handle on what is causing harm). In Healing-Magick(get a hold on ailments(arthritis)).

Orange: Cleansing the mind of harmful thoughts and emotions, and countering sorrow and depression in it's physical association.

Palo Santo: Healing-Magick(unknown ailment), Protection-Magick(block all harm spiritual/physical/emotional).

Pau d'Arco: Healing-Magick(critical condition), Undo/abort magick spells that gone wrong.

Peach: Gay male love magick.

Peppermint: Memorization (students/lawyers), quell arguments, spats among friends/lovers/coworkers.

Plum: Healing magick(over-come blockages).

Pomegranate: Healing-Magick(blood and feminine ailments), Increase fertility, prosperity, empowers women.

Rose: Red(Erotic Love), Pink(romantic love), White(pure platonic love between friends/family/self-love), Yellow(love of life).

Tobacco: Communing with the Divine, empowers men.

Vanilla: Lust-Magick(foreplay, oral, fetishes).

Wine: Divination, development of psychic abilities.

Yerba Mate: Protection-Magick(standing ground), mental clarity, self-confidence.

#santa muerte #santisima muerte #witchcraft #brujeria #witches #witches of tumblr #magick #witchyvibes #witchcore #witchy vibes

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sinning-23 · 6 months

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Serenade Pt.2 (Zoro x Siren!Reader)

Since you guys really liked the first part here's a continuation of it! thanks fo rall your support and dont forget my indox/asks are open! id be happy to write for you all!

Warnings: 18+ this has some smutty scenes. uhhh usual p in v, touching, kissing, begging and not from who you think lol, deepthroating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight choking

anyway,

Enjoy!

Pt.1 Found Here

"Let me taste you."

The request makes him groan, head falling forward and into he crook of your neck as he fights to keep his desire at bay. Every reaction he gave proved to be sweeter than anything you ever tasted. The way his tanned face tints a dark red, how he's trying to refrain from whimpering, from being soft and submissive with you.

‘This had to be an illusion right?’ He thinks to himself, trying to steady his breathing when you palm him through the thin fabric of his pants.

No, this was very real. So real that the slight pinch from your teeth trying desperately not to sink into his neck is the only thing keeping him from feeling completely blissed out.

What have you done to him? He thinks again, not being able to fight the rather loud moan that escaped past his glossy lips. Swears slip into the air as you purr against his jaw, peppering kisses there.

"Aweee does that feel good baby?" You tease, using your thumb to push down on the tip, precum already leaking onto your hands.

"FFFuck. Yeah." Zoro growls, hips bucking upward as you bite your lip in response.

Part of him wants to beg but gods, the last thing he needs and wants is to feed into your ego. He can't help it though, something about that dark look in your eyes, and the way you're handling him like he's...easy, does something to him, makes his brain foggy. Fuck. There you go again, being absolutely filthy and there he is, loving every minute of it.

He watches as you sink to your knees, then lick from base to tip, tongue longer than he expected. Damn Siren. Your eyes never leave him and you can see his adams apple bob when he swallows.

His knuckles are white from gripping the counter so damn hard, and he feels like he'll break it when you take him to the back of your throat so easily. Only the wet sound of your slobbering and his hoarse moans combined with the ocean waves below fill the space

He frees the counter, throwing his finger into your hair, tangling it further when he tries to gain some control, and thrusts forward. You're practically swallowing him down, his hips bucking uncontrollably at the feeling.

What really makes him melt is when you remove one of his hands from our scalp and hold it, knowing he was creeping closer and closer to cumming down your throat.

"Feels so good. Just like that y/n, don't stop." He whines, continuing to fuck your face, pace quickening when you somehow open wider and let your tongue lull out.

How had you not gagged yet??? He doesn't bother trying to answer when he's already seeing stars behind his eyes, the warmth of his cum sliding down your throat and mixing with the saliva that drips down your chin. Fuck, had you swallowed? All of it?!

You stand, reciprocating that same tight-fisted grip he had on your hair to him, and pressing your lips to his, the kiss ferish and rough.

"I can't wait to see you all fucked out under me." You promise, shoving him back further, a gasp slipping past his lips when you do.

"W-Wait-" He whines, protests cut short when he feels his tip slide against your warm, wet folds.

"Can't handle me?" You question, just barely sliding up and down his length while you straddled him.

Damn you were something dangerous, he was still weak from literally 2 minutes ago. Despite this little fact, he was dying to be inside you, feel you squeeze down on him, milk him even more than your throat already had.

And gods was he was cursing himself for liking how much control you had over him. This definitely had to do with your stupid siren abilities. You'd lulled him to rest once and now you were going to fuck him to sleep.

"No, thats not it, fuck-" Zoro groans, finally feeling you slide down, your walls sucking him in as he grips the plush of your ass, helping you to ride him with proficiency. It’s your turn to moan now, the curve of his dick hitting you just right. Soooo deep. Your eyes roll back, hair cascading over your shoulders and down your back when your this your head back with a moan he’d only ever heard in his dreams.

“So beautiful, my girl is so beautiful.”

He hardly realizes he said it out loud until your look at him with glossy, anxiety filled hues. Shit, he couldn’t help but whine when you looked at him like that.

“Y-Yours?” You question? Almost pleading for the answer to be yes.

He had no problems repeating himself when you were fucking him like this, rolling your hips slower now, far more calculated after his confession.

You lift a bit, almost having him slide completely out but he only slams you back down. Your nails dig into his shoulders, you mouth falling open in a silent scream with your eyes screwed shut. So full.

“Mine.”

How you had switched position was a blur to you, it didn’t matter though, because he’s got you laying flat, his hips snapping into yours with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

“Your mine. This pussy is mine. All fucking mine.” He growls, intertwining your fingers far more intimately than you are expecting.

All you can do is take it now, letting any an all control melt away as you give in to him, it’s his turn now. And he wastes no time taking advantage. Zoro’s multitasking, lips all over your supple skin, leaving bruises and bites of all kinds there.

You can feel yourself squeeze down particularly hard, that familiar bundle of nerves finally giving in and your stomach clenches. He doesn’t stop though, fucking you all the while through your organs until he’s twitching and trembling form his own. Unsuccessfully pulling out, he managed to paint not only your insides but your thighs and part of your stomach.

He’s not spent yet, still half hard and resting against your thigh. Your fingers are still lock together and for a moment there’s a silence. Your breaths no longer raged, just the slight breeze and the ocean waves. And you see him.

His face slightly red, sweat beading against his forehead despite it being somewhat cool tonight. He’s got some freckles littering his skin, not his face but just a few dotting his shoulders and chest.

His earrings sway a bit when he blinks whatever unwanted though away and you can’t help but let your free had cup his cheek. Zoro can’t help but lean into it, closing his eyes at the gentle touch, the warmth.

You lean upwards, a softer kiss planted against his semi swollen lips. And he leans into that too, pulling you closer, wrapping around you, somehow accidentally teen trying you. Your both gasp, keeping your eyes shut.

He thrusts slower now, the wet squelching of your fluids and his sliding down your thighs and coating his front. It’s filthy, but so so intimate, the fact that he’s fucking some of his cum into you, and hopefully preparing to leave more.

“Zoro.” You mewl, holding the back of his neck as your foreheads press together.

“Say it again. Let me hear it again baby, please.” He huffs, rubbing slow and agonizing circles over your clit. How whine, trying to meet each of his thrusts with your hips.

“Zoro.” You repeat, closer to his ear now, moaning it out as the tones Sind into his bloodstream.

You don’t stop though, both of you feeling closer than ever, and his name is on your lips like a prayer. He praised you, commending you for hos good you’re being, how well you take his cock. He makes sure you know who you belong to because right as you teeter off the edge he holds you impossible close and says…..

“You’re mine.”

And who were you to disagree?

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You both laid out on the deck, the sun rising alarming you only a little bit because that means the crew would finally be awake. That same silence is over the two of you, his arms wars lord around your worn body, the bites and hickeys falling darker now after being felt alone for a while.

He wasn’t good with tension. Unanswered questions that just hung in the air until push came to shove. His heavy breath was proof enough.

“If you’re wondering what this makes us….that’s up to you. Nami said I’d have my teeth in your throat. Did that, obviously.” You hum, turning to face him.

He only purses his lips and tests his chin on top of your head.

“Nami says a lot of things. I already spoke my piece. You’re mine. And I don’t just say things for fun.” He explains, squeezing you tighter almost.

You don’t reply, knowing that you wouldn’t get far in an argument about wherever or not he had possession of you. He did, it didn’t need to be stated out loud.

After all, you had done a job far better than you imagined. Who knew a simple serenade you have caught yourself more than a meal.

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diioonysus · 8 months

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my favorite historical facts

mayans believed that having crossed-eyes meant you were favored by the sun god kinich ahau, who was cross-eyed as well. in hopes that children would be, they would have objects dangled between their eyes to permanently cross their eyes.

ancient rome had a 4-story shopping mall with 150 shops and offices which was made in 113 AD

ancient egyptians invented toothpaste, they made it with rock salt, pepper, mint, and dried iris flowers

until recently (20th century) bones and mummies were used in traditional medicine, as some believed they could cure ailements by ingesting related body parts.

left-handed people were considered unlucky in ancient rome

lots of medieval barbers were also dentists and surgeons, which is why barbershops use red and white stripes because the stripes represent bandages used during bloodletting.

in medieval germany, married couples could legally settle their disputes by fighting a martial duel.

married women were not allowed to watch the ancient olympics, under penatly of death, but the vestal virigins in ancient rome were allowed to in some circumstances because their sacred building was knocked down to make a stadium

ancient greeks invented the first alarm clock in a system where pebbles would be dropped onto a gong and this would then make a loud sound

if a pirate ship approached flying a red flag with a hourglass on it then the defenders knew they were in some shit as red meant "give no quarter" and the hourglass meant essentially your time on earth was about to run out

shakespeare originated the "yo momma" joke, as in his one play titus androcius, a character says "thou has undone our mother," to which another character says "villain, i have done thy mother."

before abraham lincoln became a politician, he was a champion wrestler with more than 300 bouts under his belt, and only lost one match in his career. he was inducted into the national wrestling hall of fame in 1992

the gauls when trying to sack rome, caedicius had to get approval from the senate on the besieged capitoline. a messenger snuck through the gallic camp and scaled the unguarded cliff side of the hill to deliver the message. It was quickly decided to restore camillus to his command and to give him dictatorial powers and then the messenger snuck his way out again. the senone scouts discovered the messenger’s footprints and figured out that there was a way to scale the cliffs. they choose a night with a full moon and sent their bravest warriors up the cliff. none of the romans noticed, but the geese did. they started honking loudly and woke up the sleeping romans, the romans than pushed the gauls off the hill, and due to this fight the gauls suffered food shortages and diseases, so geese saved the day.

a pig was executed in 1386 after attacking a kid who would die from their wounds. the pig was arrested, kept in prison, and then sent to the court where it stood trial for murder, eventually being found guilty and then executed by hanging.

forks used to be considered blasphemous. when forks arrived in 11th century italy, it alarmed religious leaders because eating with artifical hands offended god.

the bluetooth design and name was named after the viking king harald bluetooth, based on an analogy that the technology would unite devices the way harald bluetooth united the tribes of denmark into a single kingdom. his intials in runes is the design of the logo

throwing an apple at somebody in ancient greece was considered flirting because the apple was sacred to aphrodite, so throwing it was declaring ones love

king george v of england was euthanized as his staff wanted his death to make the morning papers rather than the evenings ones, so they put him to death early without his consent

robert liston, a surgeon preformed an operation with a 300% mortality rate; he killed the patient and two other people

#history #im bored #ancient rome #ancient greece

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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Masterlist

Writing blog for One Piece and Haikyuu: x

Archive of Our Own: x

Rules: x

All x reader writings are gender neutral unless specified.

If you ever make art inspired on my works, @ me so I can see it and reblog it!! 🫶♥️

Edit 04/26: if you have trouble accessing any links, you should be able to find each individual work by searching for the name in the search bar in my blog. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Call of duty

König (my beloved)

Smoke break - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, protective König | you are a bartender and your stalker creeps you out. König catches on and fixes the problem.

A glimpse - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, injured reader, a bit of pining on both sides | you get injured in a mission, and König feels he could've done better.

The sound of your voice - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort | Konig feels self-conscious when telling you about his current obsession, but his voice is like a balm to your tired mind.

Jealous König drabble - x reader

König comforts you - x reader

Cheater - x reader (platonic)

Alejandro Vargas

Choices have consequences - x reader | light angst, culinary crimes, mention of food insecurity | Alejandro made a passing comment about your food that you didn't like one bit, so you humble him.

"V" - x reader | pure tooth rotting fluff, pillow talk, marriage talk, you're both so smitten ugh | Alejandro and you discuss the idea of getting a matching tattoo instead of rings.

Are you looking for a wife? - fem!reader | fluff, injured reader, medical drug use, stoner talk | Whenever you get ketamine as pain relief, you lose all thought-to-speech filter.

Heart-Stopping - fem!reader | tiny angst, fluff, medical innacuracies. mention of violence/injuries, pregnancy announcement, crack-ish | Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro. You may easily give him a heart attack, though.

Infused Masterlist - fem!reader | graphic depictions of violence, drug use, minor character death(s), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | A love story told through mate.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

No better than a Victorian man - x reader | suggestive, Simon being a tease | You like to look at your lieutenant, especially when there's barely anything to look at

A bedtime story - GN!reader | platonic | you have no choice but to keep LT's secret for a relaxed, soothing sleep to you grave.

Ghost x chubby!reader headcanons - x m!reader

Tea - GN!reader | angst, hurt no comfort, character deaths | Last minute confessions.

Ghost x reader x Soap

Bird Hunting - x fem!reader | angst, hurt, kidnapping, drugging, sexual harassment, violence (warnings will update as series progresses)

Rotten Apple - x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, referenced past child neglect, abusive/narcissistic parents | Set after the events in BH | Sweetened apples turn sour when rotten apples are around.

Emotional Support Bird - x fem!reader | fluff, domestic, Soap and Ghost share a braincell | Canary rambles about a ln emotional support dog she saw at the market. Ghost and Soap have an idea.

Emotional Support Bird Pt.2 - x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort, Ghost x Canary centric - Soap is only mentioned here | Ghost has a nightmare, and Canary an idea.

Emotionally Supported Bird (Pt. 3)- x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | Canary knows exactly where to seek solace in the middle of the night.

Ghost x Soap x K9handler!reader

The Mission - x K9 handler!reader | fluff, K9 Dolly's POV mostly | K9 Dolly is sent on her first solo mission.

John Price

Salt and pepper - x gn!reader | fluff | The realization of age hung heavily on his shoulders. Luckily for him, you're more than ready to share it with him.

141 x reader

Lucy - x fem!reader (platonic) | crack | an interesting story behind the origin of Y/n's callsign.

Affectionate reader - x GN!reader (platonic) | fluff | headcanons and a little drabble on the Task Force receiving and enjoying your affection.

Affectionate reader Pt. 2 - x GN!reader (platonic) | angst | The team loses it's spark (you)

Affectionate reader Pt. 3 - x GN!reader (platonic) | hurt/comfort | it's the team's turn to show you affection

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anjaelle · 6 months

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White Light | Part VIII

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Pairing: Ghost!Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Black!Reader Warnings: DEATH, BLOOD, mentions of drug use. Graphic depiction of death. Word Count: 2.3K Summary: Darkness falls... A/N: Two chapters left.

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When he ran his fingers over the guitar strings, you could see the longing in his eyes and in the clench of his jaw. You knew very little about instruments. You saw it collecting dust in the corner of a thrift shop, lonely and in desperate need of repair, and you took it. You didn't even know if he'd be able to use it. If he could take it to the other side with him when he inevitably left.

None of that mattered to you. You just knew he'd need it. When it came back to you, repaired and good as new, you rushed home to give it to him.

"I know you said you played bass," you rushed to say as he grasped the guitar neck in shaking hands, "But I also remember you saying that you used to play guitar too. At least for a little while. And...yeah..."

"Why?" He asked, softly, cradling the guitar like it was a newborn in his hands.

"I don't know," you admitted, "I just figured I'd--you needed something good. Just for once."

He swallowed hard, and let out a short laugh before running his fingers through his curls and turning away.

"It's so...wow. I mean...Shit."

You fidgeted with your fingers as he took a moment to collect his thoughts, unsure of what to say next. And as he turned to you again, golden hour washed over you both, casting you in a warm glow that made him seem more alive than you'd ever seen him.

"Thank you." His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat then laughed, "I need to re-learn how to play this thing. It's been a while."

You watched the mirth dance across his face and leaned against the windowsill in satisfaction, "Mhm. Because you owe me a song for my troubles. Maybe even two."

In the blink of an eye, he pulled you in for a deep kiss, cradling your face in his warm hands. His thumbs swept across the apples of your cheeks before his hands slipped down to the back of your neck, down your shoulders, your chest, and finally slipping around your waist to pull you in closer. You didn't remember draping your arms around his shoulders, or curling your fingers in his dark curls. Like muscle memory. Like in another life you'd done it a million times.

He pulled away only to pepper your face with more kisses, something you felt like he'd wanted to do for so long by how his hands grabbed your hips.

"I'll write you a library of music." He breathlessly said, kissing you again, "Whatever you want."

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You stared at the stained wood floor, numb to the reality of what you've just discovered. It felt like the old, brown stain was growing in width, crawling towards you like you called to it. The ringing in your ears, and the sharp, shallow breaths you took nearly drowned out the sound of the intercom when it rang.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked him, finally forcing yourself to look directly into his face and not at what remained of his body spilled onto the floor. He looked...sick. Pale. Very much dead. And it startled you. How many times had you both walked over this spot. Could he feel it underneath the layers of varnish and paint? If he could, he hid it well. But judging by the way he worked his jaw and avoided eye contact with you, you didn't think he knew any better than you about what the landlord may have done.

You asked again, "Aaron, are you sure you want to do this?"

His eyes flickered over to you, dull and lifeless, before refocusing on the stain, "Yeah."

The intercom rang again and you hesitated before pressing the buzzer to let the visitor in. You could almost hear your heart thrumming in your ears as the footsteps creaked on the staircase and echoed down the hall.

You tried to practice what you'd say when they finally arrived, but you weren't entirely sure if it was worth it to rehearse. After all, you'd probably sound like a crazy person.

It was worth a try.

A heavy knuckle rapped against the door, pulling you from your thoughts as suddenly as you slipped into them. You shot another glance at him, and then dragged yourself to the door. And as your hand hesitated over the doorknob, Aaron cleared his throat behind you.

"Do it. I need to know."

You nodded and took a deep breath before pulling the door open. Danny--Aaron's childhood friend, former bandmate, and one of the last people to see him alive--looked you over with a furrowed brow of concern.

"Shit, love, you look like death."

You felt like death.

You forced a faint smile that instantly fell and you shook your head in an effort to get your thoughts together. What little thoughts you had, anyway.

"I...this isn't going to be easy. I couldn't really tell you over the phone. So thank you for coming."

You took a step back to allow him into your space. He seemed to pause before crossing the threshold. You could imagine it was a surreal experience to be in a place you made so many memories in, so long ago.

"It feels the same. Though you're loads neater than we all were." He chuckled softly to himself, lost in his memories for a moment, "Do you still have that one burner on the stove that you need to kinda rev up to get going?"

You smiled at that. Mildly annoyed that the landlord never bothered to change the kitchen in 20 years but also mildly charmed by the idea that you and your visitor had another thing in common with one another.

"Yeah, I hate it. I try to avoid using it as often as possible."

"We did too," he added wistfully. You could see his eyes starting to water, and he turned away to collect himself. "Is this gonna be a tough chat?"

You wanted to say no. Maybe spare the inevitable pain his close friend would feel in having to relive the night--and the follow up--all over again. But then you glanced over at Aaron standing at the window, still and closed off like an old Gothic statue of a biblical martyr. This wasn't about you. This wasn't even about Danny. You straightened your back and forced the words out.

"I found his blood. On...on the floor. A-and the windowsill." You shakily admitted aloud for the first time. You saw him visibly stiffen at the admission, and his eyes widened.

"Who's blood?"

"Aaron's. I found it."

"He's playing dumb," Aaron suddenly said, beside you, "he knows what happened. Ask him."

You weren't sure if he saw your eyes flicker to the space beside you registering everything the unseen entity was saying.

Danny shoved his hands in his pockets, anxiously, "How do you know it's his?"

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves, and asked pointedly, "How did he die, Danny? What happened that night?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because he's here." You plainly stated, motioning beside you at the shape he couldn't see.

He gave you a strange look, and sneered at you, "You're sick. You're fucking sick, and this is a terrible thing to do."

Aaron rolled his eyes, "He's so full of shit."

"Fine ask me something only Aaron would know. Since I'm supposedly a liar, it'd be easy to prove wouldn't it?" You calmly asked.

"I'm not entertaining this." He grumbled, turning to leave.

"Tell him that you know he stupidly bought drugs off some guy in an alley in California and accidentally snorted fiberglass and baby powder after the Berkley show. I was the only one that sat in the waiting room for him."

"He did WHAT?" You blurted out.

"What?" He turned again, looking at you like you had three heads. You briefly glanced at Aaron again, who motioned for you to share what he said.

"Um..." you swallowed, slightly disturbed by the new information you were given, "He says you accidentally snorted fiberglass and baby powder after the Berkley show? And that none of your friends waited in the hospital for you but him?"

His eye twitched and you felt like he might yell at you, instead he took a deep breath, "Who told you about that? It was fuckin' Natalia wasn't it?"

For fucks sake.

"I've never even met Talia, but I know she was there that night wasn't she? Come on, help me out here."

He stared at you for an uncomfortably long time.

"Who are you?"

You chose to ignore that question, "I know there was an argument that night, Gavin hit him over the head, and he was dead after that. What. Happened. That. Night?"

Danny sighed and took a step towards you, "You know, I hadn't thought about Gavin in ages. Not until he died, anyway. Overdose. Not surprising, but still sad all the same. We separated on pretty bad terms. He got too big, decided he didn't need us. I make the effort to talk to his kids at least once a week, even though he was a piece of shit in the end. Talia took it hard. But even then, I rarely thought about Gavin."

"From what I heard, he was hard to be around sometimes," you said. Aaron snorted, leaning up against the wall.

Danny quirked a brow at you, "From what you heard?"

"He's in denial," Aaron sighed. "Can't say I blame him. I didn't believe in that crazy ghost shit either. But, y'know, here we are."

Danny glanced in Aaron's direction like he heard him, but you were sure he couldn't have. The younger man pushed himself off the wall and walked up to Danny, circling him in examination. You saw his shoulders visibly tense.

"I told you, Aaron is literally here." You carefully reiterated, motioning to where he was standing.

"What else has he told you?" Danny asked.

"That he was in love with Talia, that Gavin was jealous. Considering how things turned out, I guess he wasn't too far off with that assumption." You tried to hide the hint of shameful jealousy in your voice. "I assumed that's why Gavin killed him."

He said nothing. Aaron sidled up beside you, looking him over suspiciously.

"He's acting weird." He murmured.

"You think Gavin killed him over a girl?" Danny plainly asked.

"I think things like that are sadly very common. Jealousy, drugs, money, love. People will kill for a number of things." You subconsciously found yourself taking a small step back.

The red-headed older man sighed deeply, "I loved Aaron, man. I know I said I didn't think that much about Gavin before he finally fucked off to Hell or wherever he ended up. But I think about Aaron every day. He was the one that taught me how to write sheet music, y'know? I'm still not very good. I try though." He scratched the back of his head. You were having a hard time following the conversation, "We knew we were fucked. The minute it happened--when he stopped moving--we knew...what the fuck were we gonna do? It was so stupid. Just an accident."

"Accidents happen." You carefully whispered, taking another small step back. His eyes caught the movement.

"Accidents do happen. All the time. But our apartment was filled with drugs, we were about to get our biggest break yet, we had so much to lose. I--we loved the guy. We did. But we could always get another bassist."

Your heart sank, "Why would you do that to him? Your own friend?"

"Don't act so self-righteous. Have you ever had anything to lose? Have you ever been desperate?" Danny took a step towards you, "Have you ever been hungry? You do what you need to."

Alarm signals went off in your head, and Aaron appeared behind him, "You need to leave. Now."

It didn't make sense to you, "If it was an accident, why hide it? Why not just admit what happened?"

Your words died in your throat when you noticed how close he was standing to you. Your blood ran ice cold, paralyzing you in fear you'd never felt before. You locked eyes with Aaron over his shoulder as he leaned over you.

"Then again," you whispered, "I could be wrong. It could just be a mistake--"

It felt like you'd been punched in the stomach. You wondered why he would do that to you when he was so much larger than you? When you'd been so nice to him? When you both loved Aaron as much as you did?

Then the pain doubled. You clutched your stomach just as he pulled the blade out, and your hands were covered in blood. You didn't register Aaron screaming for you and pushing Danny into a table across the room, or the sound of breaking wood and glass.

Your knees buckled under you, your vision darkened. You tried to drag yourself across the floor. To what? You weren't sure. You just wanted the pain to stop. You wanted someone to find you and make everything better.

You thought of your grandmother, your friends, and your parents. And as the blurry visage of Aaron appeared in front of you, you started to cry.

"Please, please, please. I don't want to die," you tried to say as your vision blurred.

If he was saying anything you couldn't understand it. You felt yourself struggling to breathe, you tasted blood on your tongue.

This couldn't be it. This couldn't be how you fucking died. You were angry. So angry that you could scream and punch the floor.

And then...

He grabbed you in his arms, and you were falling. Through the floor. Through the veil that separated you from the rest of the world.

Into darkness that enveloped you both.

#aaron taylor johnson #atj x reader #aaron taylor johnson x black reader #fic: white light #atj x black reader #jae writes

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itadore-you · 2 years

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give and take

pairing: suguru geto x gn!reader. if kisses were a currency, you two would be the richest alive.

v self indulgent, fluffy oneshot ( drabble? what do you call this? its literally just 0.4k words lol) for suguru geto. yes i left it in first person (i said self indulgent for a reason) bc it just hits the way i want it to.

feel free to read this in your perspective though - I really don’t go heavy into identifying details at all, so enjoy to your heart’s content!

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I wanna give suguru so many kisses.

a fleeting kiss to his forehead, grinning as he recoils in surprise, asking, "what was that for?" and I answer him with more kisses.

one to either side of his cheek, with his face cupped between my hands. he's still surprised by the suddenness of my affection as his eyebrows slant in question but he can't hide the smile that starts to show on his face, inviting me to continue.

leaving a small peck on the tip of his nose, which starts to flush pink. he's as flustered as he is impatient; "come on now, just kiss me properly," he huffs, hands locking into my hair as he pulls me towards him. I love teasing him, and he can't help finding it cute when I puzzle him like this.

a kiss on the lips - at first, it's innocent and quick, a quick brush against his but soon we are moving by memory, tongues slipping into each others mouths, almost breathing together as one until we pull away, and come back together again.

the kisses become more curious in nature, and explore their canvas. I think of myself as an artist, when i leave my marks on him - kissing along suguru’s jawline, then sucking dark marks onto his neck, soothing the lovebites with gentle licks afterwards. he has always loved when I do that, and I know it especially when he tilts his head a little to the left and lets out soft groans of pleasure.

leaving a kiss directly on his Adam's apple, I can feel his vocal chords vibrate as he hums a mild "mmm" in bliss.

my lips feel raw in their emotion, soft and sensitive as suguru pulls me close again, telling me "my turn now", as he brushes one of my braids behind my ear.

"Now, where did you start...did you kiss me... here? Or was it ... here?" In between the pauses, he peppers kisses onto my temple and cheek. " 'M just teasing you, baby."

He envelops my lips with his, giving into what we both want.

In moments like these, I know from my soul that for him alone, I could never run out of kisses.

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slythering-snake-boys · 1 year

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It's Been Awhile Ch. 7

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 6670

Warnings: fluff, some cursing, mentions of scars, description of Victorian clothes (I tried), NSFW: fluffy smut, oral (f. receiving), P in V, breeding kink, unprotected sex, lots of hickies and kisses, MC and Sebastian simping for one another

Taglist: @cloudroomblog

A/N: the long-awaited smut is finally here, so MDNI, please. Also, I can't write smut for shit because I used all of my smut juice on another long-ass fic, so yeah, don't @ me 'cause I can't do anything more about it 😂 though I'm trying

You giggled from what happened just seconds earlier as Sebastian stepped out of the fireplace and walked through the main room and down the hallway where there was now a staircase with additional doors. They hadn't been there the last time he'd been in the room of Requirement.

"It's the third door, the red one," you whispered and the brunette nodded, "but you can put me down, you know? I can walk." He looked at you with a playful smile before marching up the stairs almost two at a time in his excitement and towards the door while carefully holding you. It opened by itself and revealed a cosy, beautiful bedroom with a canopy bed that Sebastian thought looked like one of the most comfortable ones he'd ever seen. A part of him couldn't wait to try it with you.

The room was pleasantly dark and reminded him of a moonlit night thanks to the room's enchantment, with a lit and crackling fireplace making everything seem homey, familiar and even more romantic. Perfect.

"Do you like it? I think the Room knew something and prepared my bedroom accordingly..."

"It certainly did. And it's perfect for what I had in mind." He smirked, his hands squeezing you a little. The brunette walked in the rest of the way and set you down on the plush bed, watching you bounce lightly as you smiled at one another. Your arms opened and he leaned over you, your arms going around his broad shoulders as his forehead pressed against yours. He seemed to have calmed down from before.

"Are you okay now? Still feel like punching Theodore and Leander?" A flush overtook the apples of his cheeks, making his freckles stand out adorably. Despite that, he nodded and grinned.

"I'm better now that I know you're mine. And I'd still beat the hell out of them and anyone else who tried to flirt with you." His words made you laugh and you pecked his lips a few times before he finally deepened it considerably. Releasing your lips, his mouth moved to the corner of yours and then all over your face playfully, making you giggle. He kissed your lips one more time, longer this time, before slowly parting and pressing his forehead against yours once more. His eyes seemed to shine so bright, even in the dim light of the bedroom. Good thing you were already sitting down because you felt like melting.

"I missed you, MC... You have no idea just how much..." His quiet voice made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart wanted to reach out to his own.

"I missed you, too, Sebastian. So, so much..." He grinned like a little kid getting praised for doing well, one of his hands moving your hair away from your face before he nudged your nose playfully with his own. Then he pressed more light kisses to your lips, a whimper escaping them from his teasing after a few of them when you were denied prolonging any of them. He adored the sounds you made and could only hope to coax more out of you.

"Seb... Please, mor-" His hand went into your hair and he kissed you deeply after he heard your nickname for him said in that voice of yours that he adored, not letting you say another word. Your hands held onto him tightly and you both breathed heavily when he momentarily let go, his mouth going to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck as you gasped out his name the moment he bit your skin hard enough to leave the first hickey of the night before going back for more. One of his warm, somewhat calloused hands moved from your hair to the back of your head then to your cheek, cupping it completely as you leaned into his touch. His smile was so obvious against the column of your neck from every gasp and sigh of his name. You never thought Sebastian's kisses and touches could get so intense - intense enough to leave you breathless and wanting more.

"Please... I want you..." You breathed out. Lifting his head, his smile widened at the pleading tone of your voice and your eyes that were begging for affection and attention. His affection and attention. He didn't want anyone else to see you like this from then on. Only him.

"I want you even more, baby." With another peck to your lips, Sebastian sat up, one knee on the bed, starting to take off his coat and pull on his cravat until they were off somewhere on the carpeted floor. You tried to do the same with your dress before you huffed, making him chuckle when he realised you couldn't.

"Stop laughing and help me..." You pouted, unable to hold it for long when you saw that smile that you always loved on his face. With agile hands and certainty, Sebastian helped pull you up from the bed. As much as he wanted to rip it off of you, he abstained himself. After all, you two had an entire night to spend together, not to mention the rest of your lives as soon as you two left Hogwarts.

With his arms around you, his fingers carefully glided to your back, popping open the buttons one by one. Your eyes were only on him as he watched you in return with a smile. Your chest was moving quickly against his own, making the blood rush to his head. He didn't want to torture you or himself with how slowly he was moving, but after waiting for more than 5 years for another chance...Sebastian was sure he could bide his time until he could take you.

His fingertips barely touched your back with every popped button, appreciating every bit of you that was becoming available all the same. Without even looking, his hands went to the edges of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your arms from it to reveal your chemise and corset. Your cleavage, though modestly covered, made him smirk despite his red cheeks, just the way yours were. He'd never seen so much of your body and couldn't wait to touch and love you properly like he'd been dreaming for years.

You let your dress fall down the rest of the way to the ground and pool around your feet. The brunette's hands reached out, his fingers nimbly unclasping the tight corset around you and letting it fall off, followed by your chemise as well, which left you completely bare in front of him. Your waist expanded as if you were finally able to breathe right and he looked at the marks left behind by your tight corset silently, barely glancing at your chest and your nether regions. He moved down on his knees as his hands went from your hips to your waist slowly, almost reverently. Despite the temptation, Sebastian was more worried about how you were feeling.

"Don't wear such tight corsets from now on, okay? You're beautiful just the way you are." He looked up at you pleadingly, the tips of his fingers gently going over the indents in your skin. You tensed at the ticklish feeling, but smiled, your own fingers going through his soft hair, tousling it a bit more. He could be really sweet with those he cared about and you adored that about him.

"I couldn't find a better one that fitted under the dress. I don't usually wear such tight ones. But I'm fine, Seb. Okay? No need to worry so much." He nodded, hands still on your waist and moving over the warm, marked skin. His lips then followed his hands' path, trailing the skin with wet and tender pecks before sucking barely enough to make you laugh. He smiled and did it a few more times, revelling in the sound of your laughter and the movement of your abdomen beneath his lips. You took half a step closer until Sebastian looked up at you with those dark brown eyes that made you want to melt like chocolate in his hands, his mouth still glued to the bottom right of your ribcage.

Beckoning him to get up, you looked at him hungrily as he did the same, looming over you with glinting eyes. Your eyes went from his face to the rest of his body as your hands navigated from his neck down his heaving chest. Your hands moved over the few buttons of his shirt and undoing them until the last one that reached above his navel. Knowing it was his turn, Sebastian smirked and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling on the hem until it was off and thrown somewhere around. Your mouth went dry at the sight.

He had more muscles than you thought and swallowed dryly at the thought of how easily he'd lifted and carried you. A Hit Wizard certainly had to stay fit in order to do his job properly. And knowing Sebastian, he was definitely taking his job seriously. Then your eyes moved over the dark ink decorating his top and arms.

"You got tattoos..." You spoke as your fingers trailed over a few of the unusual signs on his arms and chest, watching his body tense while he hummed, a little distractedly if he was being honest with himself. But he couldn't help it - not when your nails barely and teasingly dragged over his skin, leaving behind the feeling of fire in their wake. Sebastian was getting harder by the second.

You hummed quietly with a teasing smile when your fingers grazed his nipples as your hands moved over his chest, making him gasp and clench his eyes shut as well as his fists. You looked up at Sebastian, feeling your smile widen when he opened his eyes and looked down at you with that dark, lustful gaze. He was trying to control his breathing, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, watching you intensely. It gave you butterflies and fireworks at the same time. And you both knew you hadn't even properly started yet.

Your eyes left his again to look over his body. There were even more freckles and hair decorating his muscular upper body, making him appear more mature. You felt the heat pool in your lower stomach whenever he tensed or bit his lower lip in anticipation.

As your lips curled up and tenderly started moving across the expanse of his chest, they trailed some of his tattoos and freckles while your eyes were trained on one another, just the way he'd done before. The brunette shuddered and groaned as he closed his eyes again when one of your hands went into his dishevelled hair and barely pulled on the curls. Your mouth ascended to his collarbones, his heart thudding when he felt you bite him and leave a mark of your own there. His hands held onto your hips, occasionally tightening their grip whenever you nipped and kissed at his body in just the right way. He loved how gentle you were with him, how you teased him so lovingly and made him want even more, his body having gone through all sorts of painful experiences throughout the years. It was a very nice and welcome change, especially coming from you.

"What do they represent?" He heard you ask him in a low voice and swallowed thickly, hoping to be able to find his voice to answer you. His mind struggled to leave the haze it found itself in. Merlin, please, don't let me stutter, he prayed.

"They're for...protection..." Sebastian breathed in deeply and gulped when you kissed his Adam's apple before continuing. "I found out about them...in an ancient book...against the Dark Arts and curses..." You hummed and smiled at his breathlessness, continuing your ministrations. He was warm, both soft and rough, with freckles peppering his upper chest and shoulders, and multiple scars, big and small. Your fingers gently traced as many as they could before your hands finally went up to his cheeks as you sat up straight.

The both of you smiled and he let himself get pulled into a long, passionate kiss. His tongue swiped over your lower lip before he gently bit it with his teeth. His hands went to your backside and squeezed the flesh appreciatively, making you sigh at the feeling. Sebastian invaded your mouth the moment you opened it and you moaned as your tongues entangled. He groaned, lowering himself enough so his chest touched yours while his muscular arms went back up around you to glue you to his front even more, almost impossibly closer. You felt the way his hands roamed over your naked back, nudging you close enough until his covered erection pressed against you. Then they moved down once more, over your lower back and to your rear, squeezing and kneading the flesh almost roughly until you went on your toes with a moan.

With a muffled groan, the brunette suddenly bent down and picked you up by the backs of your knees, making a muffled squeak leave you before your arms tightened their hold around his shoulders while your legs circled his waist more than his hips due to his towering height. The freckled man smiled and moved with you so you two ended up on the bed before he let go of your lips.

Sebastian soon had you sprawled out and naked beneath him as he watched you hungrily, both of you sporting red cheeks. There was a smile on your face as you looked at him with a mix of adoration, lust and anticipation. With a smile of his own, he started placing hurried, biting kisses from your neck down to your chest that had you moaning quietly, his tongue laving at your chest and his teeth gently pulling at your pert nipples before releasing them with a wet 'pop'. His hands caressed your waist and hips, your legs spreading enough for him to be able to fit between them comfortably. He started moving his kisses south, leaving you sighing and whimpering whenever he latched onto the skin to leave a new love bite behind.

His dark eyes looked at you while his hands went to your thighs and squeezed the flesh almost bruisingly tight, knowing how close he was to where you wanted him. Skipping the most important part of your body that currently needed his undivided attention, Sebastian went even lower, his plump lips latching onto the plush of your inner thigs, leaving kisses and marks on both as he switched between them. He could feel the heat coming off you and he struggled not to bury his face between your legs and devour you whole. He wanted to take his time and show his appreciation for you - to let you know that he'd always do his best for you, no matter if it was pleasing you or simply helping you do something as simple as carrying your luggage.

"Mm, Seb..." With one last kiss to your thigh, the freckled man came closer, breathing hotly against your centre and making you shudder. He chuckled, watching how wet you were because of him. Right as you were about to plead with him to stop teasing you so much, he pressed his tongue flatly against you, giving you a long, but slow and decisive lick. Sebastian heard the moment your breath hitched and watched as you fisted the sheets and pillows under your head. He smirked and continued to slowly please you, his tongue moving over your entire centre before going to your clit only briefly, barely giving it some attention. "Sebastian, please..." Your voice sounded so whiny and pleading that he could barely take it anymore. "Seb, love... I'm begging you..." He swore that you were trying to kill him. Then one hand went into his curls and pulled him even closer. And his patience left him completely.

His lips latched onto your clit and he sucked, hearing you gasp, then moan. It was his turn to let out a muffled moan when the fingers of your other hand threaded through his hair, holding him where you wanted him. Not that he would've left anyway.

Gripping your thighs tight enough to leave his handprints on the skin, the brunette's tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves before tasting you even further as he buried it inside your hole. Your moans and whimpers got even louder and Sebastian alternated between those two actions, your grip on his hair tightening and loosening as he learned what made your toes curl and used it accordingly.

When he felt how much wetter you became and heard you panting his name along with pleadings for him to not stop, Sebastian let one of his hands leave your thigh to join his mouth. The moment one finger breached through and curled in a continuous come-hither motion, your back arched off the bed, spurring him on. He groaned at the tiny pleasurable pinpricks he felt from you pulling on his hair, loving how tightly your insides were squeezing his finger. His hand on your thigh moved so his entire arm pushed your hips down onto the mattress to keep you still while he worked on you. His mouth was back to your clit while another finger joined the first one, scissoring you and pumping in order to bring you closer to your first orgasm of, he hoped, many more from then on.

"Seb... Seb... Please, oh, Merlin, please..." You panted, whimpered, gasped and moaned, sending the brunette into a frenzy to get you off faster, to taste and hear more of you. His dark brown eyes had stayed on you the entire time, taking in your flushed, sweaty skin and trembling body. Your voice rose higher and higher, and you clenched around his fingers when they finally pressed against that soft, spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. Knowing he'd hit the spot, he kept angling his fingers in that direction, watching you writhe and quiver from the pleasure that was seconds away from consuming you. With another little push, you came hard, your whole body shaking and your voice trembling as you tried to moan out your lover's name, though it came out sounding almost like gibberish.

Sebastian watched you, fascinated by your reaction as he prolonged your orgasm, and wincing just a bit from how tightly you held and pulled onto his dishevelled hair, but relishing in it anyway. All those few people who Sebastian had tried to be with in the past, who he'd been in relationships with or slept with... All in order to try and feel what he felt for you or move on and forget you... But none of them had ever made him feel the same way you did, not even close: so happy and eager to please you and have you around, knowing he'd done it and no one else would or could. Wanting to be with and around you all the time. Over and over again. For the rest of your lives.

The brunette's mouth left your nub, his thumb replacing it, while his fingers continued moving inside you to ride out your orgasm until his mouth took their place and licked you clean. Only when your fingers loosened their grip on his curls and you breathlessly asked him to stop did he actually cease his ministrations. He sat up, looking down at you lovingly as he kept moving his eyes between your face and your beautiful, shivering body. He licked his lips and breathed labouredly, still having the taste of you on his tongue before wiping the lower part of his face a little.

"Are you okay, MC?" He asked you as his hands moved over your thighs and caressed them comfortingly, still feeling their little tremors every now and then. Your skin tingled wherever he touched and you exhaled, trying to fill your lungs with air properly. Your eyes opened only halfway and you looked at Sebastian with a slightly tired but satisfied smile, nodding your head.

"Yeah, fine..." Your smile widened as your eyes took him in, making him smile back without even knowing why - just the fact that you were happy made him happy. "You look cute..." You saw him blink in confusion before smirking at you, the blush still present on his cheeks. Whether from your words or how he'd pleased you, you didn't know.

"Really now? How so?" You nodded, biting your lower lip. Your hands went to his own on your thighs, caressing his skin. His fingers intertwined with yours, his bigger, rougher and warmer hands holding yours securely. Your legs involuntarily squeezed around his hips. Your body was warm and felt so soft and pliable that neither of you wanted to leave the moment nor the bed anytime soon.

"Your hair... It's all over the place thanks to me." His chocolate brown curls were sticking out in all directions from your hands, but he looked dishevelled in such an attractive way that you bit your lower lip as you admired him shamelessly. The top half of his body was covered in a sheen of sweat and the matted tips of his hair clung to his forehead and cheeks. He was the image of lust and you wanted more of him. Noticing the expression of want on your face, he undressed the rest of his remaining clothes, seeing you eyeing him and swallowing heavily when he was completely naked.

With an almost devilish smile, he crawled back over you, his hands spreading your legs apart a little more so he could nestle between them before they clenched around his hips. He lifted your arms as he went up your body, pressing your joined hands above your head and into the soft mattress.

"You can mess it up more, you know? I don't mind... But right now, I'd like to mess you up a little, if you don't mind." He almost purred as he came closer until you were face to face and he pressed a peck to the tip of your nose, making you chuckle. He kissed you again, enjoying the fact that your front pressed against his and he could finally indulge in the fact that you were his and he was yours again. Whenever he heard you moan, Sebastian would smirk and kiss you harder, pressing his body against yours and obviously letting you feel how much you affected him.

"Seb..." You whispered between kisses and he hummed, his lips pecking yours one last time before they went to your jaw and neck. His mouth bit and licked your hot skin until there were even more new marks embedded into it, a satisfied huff leaving him at the sight. Sebastian was making you lose your train of thought with every new bite and the soothing of his tongue, and it was starting to become a problem with how much you two were grinding against one another. "Mmm...wanna feel you...inside..." He smirked and pulled back, releasing your hands and latching onto your waist. Next, his rough hands caressed the skin down to your hips, looking you over almost reverently.

In his haste to get you close to his side again, Sebastian almost didn't notice that you had scars of your own: he recognised some from all your fights and adventures during your time at Hogwarts, but there were others that he'd never seen before. Some were long faded and others were only a few months old. It made him wonder how many times you had been in danger or scared of possibly dying and how he wished he would've been there for you.

"Sebastian? Love? Are you okay?" You were looking at him curiously, and a bit worried, and he smiled before nodding. His hands traced the scars delicately and looked at their shapes and sizes, trying to figure out how you'd gotten them. Who or what had been to blame.

"I was just thinking about how brave you are..." The brunette spoke quietly, still focused on the scarred tissue. You looked at him in surprise but smiled nonetheless.

"If you mean my scars, I'd rather call myself lucky. I definitely wasn't paying enough attention, that's how I got them in the first place. They were valuable lessons." In almost any fight you had had, you couldn't help remembering how you used to duel with Sebastian or fight with him by your side. It felt wrong to want him there with you during your life-and-death fights, considering the fact that you were the one who had proposed breaking up. But he had been by your side for quite some time before then and in enough fights, which was enough for you to miss him when he wasn't there anymore.

"You won't have to worry about that anymore, darling. I'll have your back from now on." His voice was full of determination as he looked into your eyes resolutely. You smiled, pulling him closer to kiss him in gratitude. Sebastian obliged, one of his hands going back on your waist while the other one kept him from crushing you. You could feel how hard he was and ground against him teasingly, making him let out a muffled groan before he did it right back in playful retaliation.

Sebastian felt like his self-control was hanging by a thread the more of you he felt. You were so close to him and he was seconds away from snapping and burying himself inside you. His mouth left yours as you both breathed heavily and his eyes, now smouldering and considerably darker than ever before, were watching you like a predator eyeing his prey.

"Last chance to back out." He spoke lowly as his eyes stared into yours. You both knew it wasn't true - he'd stop the moment he sensed something was wrong or you told him to. But hearing him say those words certainly lit a fire in your lower belly.

You only shook your head in response and tightened your grip around his hips to pull him even closer. With a smirk, Sebastian slowly guided himself inside you, making the both of you sigh and shudder at the feeling of finally being connected after all this time. He watched your face for anything amiss, but found nothing except bliss. Everything felt so right...as if you were two halves of the same puzzle that were meant to fit together.

Your body was so warm and wet that he never wanted the feeling to leave him. Sebastian was sure that you were what he needed. What he'd always needed. His hands held onto your waist, fingers splaying over the sweaty skin and caressing lightly, trying to keep himself from moving. He didn't want to hurt you, despite neither of you being virgins anymore.

The moment Sebastian felt you grind against him, he pulled back only to snap his hips forward, drawing a sharp moan out of your mouth. He would've loved to tease you, move slower, have you beg, but he couldn't wait anymore. His speed increased after only a few more slower thrusts, making you throw your head back as you held onto his biceps tightly, nails hardly digging in. Sebastian loved the way you felt around him and the fact that he could make you feel so good. He watched your expressions and smiled as if he'd won the ultimate Crossed Wands duel.

Seeing your neck so exposed, he pushed one of his hands into your hair and kept your head comfortably angled so he could glue his mouth to the side of your neck, collarbones and chest once more. You breathed in sharply and moaned the moment his teeth bit and his tongue soothed the already marked skin, doing this multiple times until your skin had more little, irregular trails of lovebites. Then he kissed those marks, feeling your quick pulse underneath his lips as he ploughed into you. The sound of skin hitting skin made him smirk as he held onto your hips now, his elbows pressing against the outside of your legs to push them even more tightly closed around his snapping hips.

"Seb, I-I'm gonna-" Sebastian growled at the sound of your words before speeding up his movements, your hands moving and your nails digging into the skin of his upper back when he moved to loom over you. His efforts weren't in vain as his front kept rubbing against your clit from how close the two of you were. The freckled man started to pull back with the intention of cumming on your stomach, but your legs clenched around his hips and pressed him against you again. His dark eyes snapped down to see you smiling at him as you moaned when he hit a particularly good spot inside.

"Are you sure?" He panted, holding himself back from coming undone. You nodded and begged him, eyes pleading and boring into his own. Sebastian stared at you for another second before rapidly nodding and thrusting faster. He could already imagine you, carrying his children. Maybe one. Maybe two? Twins even? He groaned loudly at the thought, his hold on you tightening to the point of nearly painful. You came with a loud moan of his name, throwing your head back as you bared your love-bitten neck to him. Feeling how tightly you were gripping him and seeing how beautiful you were underneath and around him, Sebastian followed you and came as well, painting your insides white.

"That's it, darling... Good girl. You've done so well for me..." He praised you quietly as he kept moving, his hands going over your sweaty skin slowly. His affectionate touches made you squirm and sigh while you looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Merlin, you loved this man so much...

"Sebastian... Oh, Merlin..." You gasped out when he thrust again suddenly, making him chuckle as he gradually started slowing down. You sounded so winded and he felt proud for making you feel so good. A part of him hoped that you'd get pregnant - one of the ultimate ways of showing others you were off limits. And he had a feeling you somehow knew about that, which is why you had asked him to cum inside. But now he wanted to do even better. He wanted you to cum some more. To make up for lost time.

He sat on his haunches, your shaking legs still around him as he pulled you so your lower half was on his strong thighs without disconnecting from you. You looked up at him curiously. He smiled down at you before his hands went to your waist, pulling you up and against his front so you were on his lap. Your arms went around his neck as you two smiled at one another before your lips met his in a soft kiss that quickly deepened. His movements were slower now, but still deep enough to make you moan and whimper his name against his plump lips. Your sensitivity really didn't help you much right now, but you wanted another small taste of him.

His mouth left yours and descended to kiss your marked neck while your hands dove into his sweat-mussed hair to hold him close. Sebastian had never wished he could endure and prolong something like this more in his entire life. He wanted more time with you like this - an eternity. And he swore to himself that this wouldn't be the last time you two ever felt something like this together, despite your jobs. Sebastian wasn't about to let you get away from him so easily when you'd just returned. He pecked your neck again, inhaling the mix of your perfume and sweat with an enamoured smile.

Your highs slowly built up again, feeling even more intense than before and he quietly asked if you still wanted him to come inside again. You only nodded quickly, pulling him into a kiss as he hugged you tightly until you both came undone just seconds apart.

Breathing heavily and with a heaving chest, Sebastian laid down on his back, pulling you half on top of him without breaking contact between your hips. You hummed tiredly as you placed your head on his shoulder, feeling his laboured breath blowing against your hair and his heart beating rapidly. You felt his hands caressing your back, holding your sweaty body against his equally sweaty front. Then he felt you move and looked down at you. You had lifted your head and were looking at him lovingly, making Sebastian smile warmly at you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you quietly, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded with a joyful smile, one of your hands going through his unkempt curls to ruffle them a little.

"Very. You?"

"Me too."

It was silent for a few seconds while you stared at each other intently, as if you two were finally becoming aware of the situation at hand. You both ended up smiling at one another. One of Sebastian's hands, which had been caressing your back tenderly, had now gone up until it reached your head. He placed his hand on your cheek and cupped it, his thumb moving in swiping motions, which made your smile get wider. He caressed your cheek with his hand before he pulled you into a kiss that left you two dizzy with happiness.

For you, the feeling was a hundred times better than any successful spell casting or potion brewing you had ever experienced, and maybe even better than when you'd rescued your Phoenix bird. For Sebastian, it was a new type of euphoria, better than any of the highs he'd ever felt from his work in the past. No victory in a duel would ever compare.

"I could go for another round, you know? I've missed you terribly these past few years..." You whispered with an eager smile. Sebastian laughed and pulled you so you ended up completely on top of him.

"Then we'd better make up for the time we lost, hm?" With a giggle, you pressed yourself against him and kissed him fully, feeling his tattooed, muscular arms go around your midsection as you started moving.

The next morning, people were talking quietly, giggling and eating in the Grand Hall. Ominis, Imelda, Alexey, Natty, Samuel, Poppy, Robert and Garreth were all eating breakfast together, with Amit joining them only a couple of seconds later.

"Good morning!" He got several of the same greeting back, some sounding sleepier than others. He looked around at the other tables before turning back to the group curiously as he sat down next to Garreth. "Where are Sebastian and MC? I haven't seen them since Sebastian stormed out of here last night." Imelda cackled and Ominis rolled his eyes before she, Natty, Poppy and Garreth all shared looks while subtle smirks presented themselves on their faces.

"Well, let's just say-" Imelda didn't get to say anything else because just then, you and Sebastian entered the Great Hall, holding hands and smiling at each other like you'd each won a billion Galleons. When you two saw the group, you smiled and Sebastian smirked, obviously proud when he saw their eyes raking over both of your figures as you came closer. There were obvious hickeys and bite marks on both of your necks, something that made almost anyone who saw them do a double take. Well, except for your friends who all expected this to happen.

"Good morning!" Your voice sounded so chipper that some of those in your friend group couldn't help the smiles taking over, obviously happy for you two.

"MC, you're...glowing." Poppy said, unable to find a better word for the beaming smile you wore and the happiness rolling off you in waves. It seemed like a burden had been lifted off your shoulders and you looked up at Sebastian with the same joyful expression. He grinned back, infected by your happiness before his hand gently went to your jaw and pulled you into a sweet and short kiss. His eyes were warm as he looked at you before he glanced up when he felt eyes on you two.

Quite a few people outside of your usual circle of friends, including Theodore and Leander, were staring at him jealously. Sebastian smirked at them before pulling you into his side and leading you both to sit down with the others, with Ominis, along with Anne, on your other side.

"Seb, don't be mean..." You told him, but you couldn't help giggling when you felt him holding you glued to his side as you both started putting food onto your plates.

"I have to show them that you're mine and I'm yours again. Just so they don't get any ideas." He pressed a kiss to your temple, earning a shake of your head before you pecked his cheek sweetly.

"I'm gonna puke..." Imelda said as she watched you two while Alexey huffed in amusement and held her hand underneath the table.

"Piss off, Reyes." Sebastian said with a smug grin. His free hand went around you and settled on your hip, fingers playing with the material of your dress subconsciously. Even with all the kisses, hugs and general closeness since the night before, he still felt as if it wasn't enough. He didn't think it would ever be enough.

"I'm glad you two are on good terms again." Natty said as she bit into her toast, right before Imelda could respond. You and Sebastian shared a brief look and smile. You couldn't help cuddling up to Sebastian as he grinned down at you, squeezing you affectionately.

"We're on more than just good terms, but thank you, Natty. Reyes, you could learn a thing or two from her." He teased as he pointed his fork from Imelda to Natty. Imelda only scoffed and showed him the middle finger, making the others laugh at their banter. The chatter at your table continued before you heard your name being whispered by Ominis, which prompted you to turn your head towards him.

"Yes, Ominis? Is something the matter?"

"Not exactly, but I'd like to ask... Are you two really okay now?" He didn't sound too concerned, but you knew better. He was just worried about you and Sebastian. So you smiled and placed your hand on his back, rubbing it comfortingly.

"Yeah. We had a really long chat yesterday and even this morning before we came down for breakfast. We've both changed...hopefully for the better." You smiled and squeezed his hand, making Ominis smile and squeeze back. "But I have a good feeling about this."

"I'm glad." He smiled genuinely. "Maybe now he'll stop grumbling and moping about you."

"Hey, I heard that!" Sebastian said loudly as he playfully glared at his best friend, struggling to chew and talk at the same time.

"That was the point, Sebastian." You laughed, hearing them both egging each other on like in your fifth-year.

You felt happy with the outcome of this reunion. You had hoped to see Sebastian again and dreamt about being able to at least become friends again. But it had all turned out better than you had anticipated. You didn't even notice your lovesick daze until the man in question looked down at you and smirked.

"See something you like, princess?" You couldn't help smiling and nodding before pulling him into a gentle kiss to which he visibly relaxed in response. When you pulled back, he was staring at you with a mix of hunger, love and possessiveness. It might've made you squirm in your spot if it wasn't for the blush on his cheeks, knowing he was feeling the same as you. "I love you, MC." He told you quietly, his eyes locked with yours.

You smiled, kissing him again before responding. "I love you, too, Seb."

#bomi's stuff #iba series #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #hogwarts legacy x reader

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raatart · 28 days

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a complete boycott list in alphabetical order

a complete list of companies / brands / franchises to boycott in support of palestine that i have been working on putting together for a while now.

remember to support your local businesses

stand with palestine against genocide

(Food & Beverages)

Activia

Acqua Panna

Akmina

Absolute Vodka

Algida

A&W

Aquafina

Alpro

Actimel

Burger King

Baskin Robbins

Ben & Jerry's

Bugles

Betty Crocker

Badoit

Becel

Coca Cola

Costa Coffee

Cadbury

Cheerios

Cheetos

Campbells

Calve

Cappy

Chiquita

Dominos

Dasani

Dunkin' Donuts

Doritos

Dr Pepper

Danone

Dolcela

Damla

Dogadan

Evian

Eden

Fanta

Frito-lay

Fruit by the Foot Roll Ups

Falim

Fresca

Gatorade

Greggs

Hardees

Haagen Dazs

Heinz Ketchup

Hershey's

Hard Rock Cafe

Heinz

Innocent

Israeli Fruits & Vegetables

Jacob's

Jaffa

KitKat

KFC

Kbueno

Kraft Mac & Cheese

Kellogg's

Kraft

Lipton

Lays

McDonald's

Mars

Marks & Spencers

Maggi

Marila

Monster

Mountain Dew

Mehadrin

Minute Maid

Milk Bar

M&M's

Magnum Ice Cream

Milka Chocolates

Nestle

Nestle Cereals

Nescafe

Nesquik

Nespresso

Nido

Nutella

Nature Valley

Nestle Milo

Nestle Carnation

Nestle Coffee Mate

Nestle Nestum

Nimbooz

Nestea

Orea

Original Shredded Wheat

Papa John's

Pepsi

Pringles

Pizza Hut

Perrier

Pillsbury

Popeyes

Pretty a Manager

Pure Life

Powerade

Popup Bagels

Quality Street

Quaker

Redbull

Ruffles

Starbucks

Subway

Smartwater

Sweetgreen

Snickers

Sprite

Sabra

Sunkist

Strauss

Smarties

S.pellegrino

Schweppes

Sana

Sirma

Sara Lee

Toblerone

Tang

Twix

Tesco

Tropicana

Vittle

Volvic

Wall's

Walmart

Walkers

Wrigley's

7Up

(Clothing)

America Eagle

Adidas

Alo

Adina Eden Jewelry

Converse

Calvin Klein

Cat

Castro

Drew

Diesel

Good American

GAP

H&M

Kamili

Levi's

Lumberjack

Mango

Nike

Oasis

Puma

River Island

Skims

Skinny Dip

St. Mark

Style Nadia

Timberland

Victoria's Secret

Vakko

We Wore That

Wyeth

Zara

(Beauty)

Aveda

Amika

Avon

Aussie

Aveeno

Always

Aesop

Ahava

Bobbi Brown

Blistex

Bath & Body Works

Britney Spears Fragrance

Becca

Biotherm

Beauty Blender

Clinique

Covergirl

Colgate

Calgon

Camay

CeraVe

Christina Aguilera Perfumes

Clean & Clear

Crest

CND

Cacharel

Dr. Jart+

Dove

Dettol

Darphin Paris

Dark & Lovely

Essie

Elidor

Fenty Beauty

Fair & Lovely

Garnier

Gillette

Glam Glow

Honest Beauty

Haci Sakir

Herbal Essences

Head & Shoulders

Hugo Boss

Jo Malone

Johnson & Johnsom

Kerastase

Kiehl's

Kylie Cosmetics

Kylie Skin

Kotex

L'Oreal

Lacome

La Roche-Posey

Lifebuoy

Lux

Lubiderm

Maybelline

MAC

Moroccan Oil

Maui

Matrix

Max Factor

Nyx

Neutrogena

Nivea

Nature's Beauty

Niely

Olay

Origins

Orkid

Oral-B

Oax

Pepsodent

Pantene

Revlon

Rimmel

Rexona

Rhode

Summer Fridays

Schick

Smashbox

Sephora

Sensodyne

Skinceuticals

Skin Better Science

The Body Shop

Too Faced Cosmetics

The Ordinary

Tom Ford Beauty

Tampax

Takami

Urban Decay

Ulta Beauty

Vichy

Vaseline

Veet

Yes to

Yuesai

(Luxury)

Chanel

Estee Lauder

Georgio Armani

LVMH

Louis Vuitton

La Mer

Lavs

Le Labo

Mugler

Maison Margiela

Prada

Raplh Lauren

Tiffany & Co.

Tom Ford

Tommy Hilfiger

Valentino

Yves Saint Laurent

(Tech & Entertainment)

Aol

Amazon

AirBnB

Apple

BBC

Buxton

Barbie

Booking.com

CNN

Disney+

Dell

Energizer

Ford

Fiverr

Galaxy

Hyundai

Hulu

IBM

Intel

Lego

Motorola

Movenpick

Mattel

Microsoft

National Geographic

Nokia

Netflix

Oracle

Oxi

Philips

Rolls Royce

Siemens

Sodastream

Toys R Us

Volvo

Valvoline

Wix

(Other)

Axa

Ariel

Aero

Ambi Pur

Airwick

Aroma

AVC

Amway

Ace Hardware

Andrex

American Express

Bounty

Black & Decker

Bonux

Bref

Braun

Benadryl

Band-aid

Barclays

Blue Cross Blue Shield

Better Help

Caltex

Chevron

Culligan

Citi Bank

Chicco

Cravola

Clearblue

Capital One

Dash

Drynites

Dosmestos

Doona

Expedia

Finish

Febreeze

Fixodent

Fairy

Goop

Gerber

Gys

HSBC

Huggies

Hayat

Imodium

JCB

Kimberly-Clark

Kleenex

Lion

Little Swimmers

Lenor

Mr Muscle

Minidou

Monsanto

Nicorette

Omo

Pampers

Purina Felix

Payoneer

Palmolive

Protex

Pull-ups

P&G

Prima

Pril

Paramount Pictures

Rejoice

Rinso

Rogaine

Signal

Sensus

Sudafed

Tide

Unilever

Us Cellular

Vim

Vanish

Vicks

Yumus

(Places)

Disney

(People)

Ashley Tisdale

Amy Schumer

Andy Beshear

Bono

Ben Savage

Bella Thorne

Beyonce

Chris Evans

Claire Holt

Ciara

Chris Rock

Chris Pine

Demi Lovato

Dwayne Johnson

DJ Khaled

Eva Longoria

Gal Gadot

Ian Somerhalder

Jamie Lee Curtis

James Maslow

Justin Bieber

Jennifer Aniston

Jaclyn Hill

Jack Harlow

Jordan Peele

Joseph Quinn

Jack Black

Kylie Jenner

Kim Kardashian

Kris Jenner

Kerry Washington

Katie Perry

Karlie Kloss

Khloe Kardashian

Kat Graham

Kendall Jenner

Kourtney Kardashian

Lebron James

Lana Condor

Lana Del Rey

Millie Bobby Brown

Malala

Mindy Kaling

Mark Hamill

Madonna

NFL

Nina Dobrev

Natalie Portman

Nabela

Nicole Richie

Noah Schnapp

Octovia Spencer

Perez Hilton

Paul Wesley

Phoebe Tonkin

Pia Mia

P!nk

Ronaldinho

Rihanna

Sofia Richie

Shaquir O'neal

Selena Gomez

Tara Strong

Taika Waititi

Taylor Swift

Tyler Perry

Usher

Vanessa Hudgens

Viola Davis

#boycott #boycott israel #boycott mcdonalds #boycott starbucks #boycott disney #boycotting #pro palestine #fuck israel #support palestine

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djdangerlove · 1 year

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Hangster Drabble # 1 // Peppering kisses all over

The tail end of summer clings to the breeze rolling off the ocean and billows under the worn thin material of Bradley’s loud print shirt. The plastic buttons tap a gentle, haphazard rhythm against the inside of Jake’s thigh from where the shirt hangs unbuttoned around his boyfriend’s body that’s snuggled within the V of his legs splayed in the sand. With his left foot well on the way to numb, Jake shifts their weight on their shared beach towel that does little to protect them from persistent grains of sand sticking to sun-kissed skin.

“You can go play, you know,” Rooster mumbles, stretching his way back from the edge of sleep he’s been toeing for the last ten minutes. He waits until the victory cries of dogfight football move further down the beach before hugging Bradley closer, yet gentle around the slowly fading bruises of their last mission.

“I’m good right here,” Jake assures even though he shifts under the onslaught of pins and needles snaking up his legs as the blood rushes back.

Bradley’s laugh is warm against his neck when he leans his head with a pointed, “You’re a terrible liar, Seresin.”

“Oh, you think so?”

“I have years worth of evidence to prove it.”

Jake noses at Bradley’s temple, snickering when he gets a pinch to his thigh in retaliation for the nip he gives the shell of his boyfriend’s ear. “Hmm, I think I need to hear some of this so called evidence.”

“Well,” Rooster begins as he scoops up a handful of sand and scatters it across Jake’s leg. “We could start with the fact that you can’t feel your ass because you’ve been sitting on the sidelines with me for the better part of an hour and how sitting covered in sand makes you miserable.”

For emphasis, Bradley dumps another handful of the stuff on Jake’s leg and pats it down flat against his skin.

“See now I think you’re just trying to get rid of me,” Hangman squints with suspicion, his own grin chasing the one spreading under Bradley’s mustache as more sand gets packed down on top of his knee. “But you’ve been failing at that for years, so I think you should give it up already.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Rooster tilts his head away, nose scrunched dramatically in feigned indecision. “I might need a little more persuasion.”

Jake kisses his shoulder. “How much more?”

“More.”

A kiss to his neck.

“Much more.”

Two kisses across the scar near his jawline.

“Are you even trying to be persuasive?”

A kiss to his ear, his cheek, his chin, his Adam’s apple, his collarbone. Bradley laughs underneath each one of them until Jake gently flips him onto the towel so that he can hover over his canvas.

“Let me guess,” Jake grins down at him. “You need more?”

Bradley reaches up with one hand, fingers pushing back saltwater dampened hair from Hangman’s forehead and says on the end of an easy breath, “Yeah, actually. For the rest of my life if you’re up to it.”

Jake kisses him deeply once, twice, decides not to keep count because, “Yeah, Roo. I’m up for it.”

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•Memory Lane•

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!Reader

Summary🪄: Ari’s girls treating him for Father’s Day brings along some good (and emotional) memories

⚠️: pretty much all fluff, teensy bit of angst, language (one bad word)

🎙: V late Father’s Day story/Drabble idea I thought of, featuring the Operation: Rekindle crew, that I hope you guys like✨

The light clinks and whispers coming up the stairs is the most adorable interruption to his sleep he could ask for. Turning so he would be facing the door he quietly laughs to himself now able to hear them a bit clearer.

“Slow down B, you’re moving too fast.”

“Which is exactly why I was just gonna carry the tray and you could’ve held the bowl,” Brynn counters.

“Like you could’ve carried this up the stairs. Dad would’ve been eating off the floor.”

“Shh! You’re being too loud.”

“Nuh uh, you,” Aliana retorts. By the time they’re opening the door to Ari’s bedroom, he’s sitting against the headboard in his solid grey tee shirt. Muscular arms crossed in front of him and hand covering his mouth to try and hide his chuckles.

“Just so you know, you girls would make terrible cat burglars.”

“…Why would we be stealing cats?,” Brynn asks. Both her and her sister completely missing their father’s jab as they stood looking at each other confused. This only makes Ari lean his head back laughing harder before motioning his loves over with a, “Come here you two.”

They carefully step in sync finally reaching the king sized bed to place the heavy tray over his lap. Ari’s blue eyes brighten and heart warms at the options in front of him: a bowl of Cheerios (his favorite since he was a child himself), three waffles drizzled in syrup with a square piece of butter in the center, and a small plastic cup of orange juice waiting in the corner.

“Oh!,” they both say in unison before, respectively, pulling an apple and small container of a few strawberries from the pocket of their robe and hoodie. “Happy Father’s Day!”

Also presenting him with his card, he can’t help the wide smile across his lips at the similarities of this present moment and his first Father’s Day with you in that old apartment. Before life decided to take a different route and get even more complicated.

“Happy Father’s Day,” you whisper with a careful peck to the corner of his mouth while placing the plate of golden pancakes topped with berries resting next to an omelette filled with peppers and cheese—just the way he liked—on the open textbook in front of him. He’d spent the majority of last night running into this morning studying for his upcoming exam, and no amount of your coaxing seemed to persuade him to take a break.

That is until the sizzling pan and diffusing smell of your creations awoke his stomach with a gurgle.

“Thank you honey, but I’m not a dad yet. Well technically…right?,” he asks setting you on his lap.

“According to the two people inside me causing my uncontrollable heartburn and swollen ankles you are,” you giggle resting your arm around the top of the chair. “So, gifts now or later?”

“Hmm, that depends…what gifts?” His mouth immediately finding the sweet spot at the base of your neck makes you squeal, playfully trying to push him away with hands planted on his broad chest.

“Actual gifts silly.” Leaning forward, you retrieve the dark blue gift bag from beside the desk sitting it on his unoccupied thigh. “Open.”

He starts with the card, tearing the flap of the envelope open and removing the orange card covered in small cartoon fans. “Happy Father’s Day,” he reads before moving to the inside and softly chuckling to himself catching onto the joke. “From your biggest fans. Love Y/N, baby A, and baby B.”

“It’s probably corny, but I thought it was cute.”

“It was very cute,” he smiles moving the silver tissue paper to the side to reveal a black baseball cap with “#1 Dad” on it along with a matching mug. The final present, a small leather box that held a silver watch shining with every tilt as he admired the beautiful timepiece. Turning it around he finally notices the inscription of “always” on the metal plate making his vision a bit cloudy.

“Sweetheart you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I saw how you were looking at it in the window that day. Plus you don’t have a watch so, voilà.”

“Well thank you,” he smiles sliding you closer on his thigh to meet your full lips. His other hand spans across your growing belly rubbing in a circular motion and causing your little ones to stir as it always did. “And thank you babies. Clearly you get your amazing taste from mama.”

Side by side, the three sat in bed watching some cartoon while sharing strawberries. Both girls leaning their head on each shoulder while his arms held them close to his sides occasionally kissing the tops of their curly heads as he enjoyed their morning in.

“Dad?”

“What’s up Ali?”

“Do you have a favorite Father’s Day so far?,” she asks. Deep brown eyes and long lashes looking up towards him, just like her sister, while they patiently waited for his answer.

“Let’s see,” he ponders aloud, “honestly, the fact that I get to celebrate the day at all with you guys makes them all my favorite. But there’ve definitely been memorable ones.”

“Ari I thought you were watching her!” Bouncing a wailing Brynn in your arms, you try to console the fussy one year old while also cleaning the blood from her forehead that didn’t seem to want to stop.

“I was! But then I had to change Ali’s pull-up and-Ali no!”

Now both girls were crying. Brynn from her head injury, and now Aliana from stepping on a hidden piece of broken glass from the lamp in her attempt to be next to Ari.

And by the time the four of you made it to the hospital, you felt like crying.

“Alright so good news! Baby Brynn doesn’t seem to be experiencing any cognitive changes or symptoms that would make us suspect a concussion. We’re still gonna keep her for a bit longer just to make sure though,” the older doctor explains. Looking at her now you wouldn’t think anything happened how she giggled and babbled with her sister.

You wouldn’t think that with either of them really. The only evidence of something wrong being the butterfly bandaids covering their respective boo-boo’s.

“You guys have any questions for us or need anything?”

“No, uh we’re good for now. Thank you though,” Ari softly smiles with a gentle nod of his head.

“You’re welcome, and Happy Father’s Day. I know this isn’t exactly the ideal place to be,” he shrugs with a small chuckle.

“Thanks doc. Hope you have a happy Father’s Day too.” Once he’s left the room, you both release the breath you’ve been holding since the doctor mentioned her head needing to be scanned. Ari’s large hand soothingly running up and down your back as you lean into him.

“You realize this is just the first heart attack of many for us right?,” you state still gazing at your daughters now poking at each other as they lie side by side.

“Yep. Might as well reserve our own beds now,” he adds making you chuckle.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to any of the plans today.”

“S’alright. As long as you and the girls are good and we’re together, I’m happy.” His lips meeting your temple make you melt even more into his side, sighing contently.

“We did get to one very fun plan this morning though,” he smirks against your skin as you lightly smack his chest.

“So that’s how I got this mark on my forehead.”

“And my foot,” Aliana adds.

“Mhm, and the exact day I got my first gray hair,” Ari chuckles. “So, you’ve fed me this wonderful breakfast, what’s next for today?”

“What do you wanna do?,” Brynn asks.

“Well,” he stretches with a yawn, “how about we go visit grandma and grandpa to wish him a happy Father’s Day too?”

“Okay! And milkshakes after?”

“That’s a must, no questions,” Ali pointedly states with a mouth full of fruit.

“Um obviously,” he replies making both girls giggle from his impression of a teenage girl. “Last one dressed pays!”

Watching them hop out of bed to nearly knock each other over trying to get out the door has him laughing with the shake of his head at his girls not so little anymore.

Sometimes he wondered how long this would last. Them being excited to spend the day with their old man and keep up their little tradition. Admittedly, it made him a bit sad thinking they might one day grow bored with it, and how that day might come soon with their approaching teenager years.

His vibrating phone interrupts his thoughts before he can sulk any further, flashing your name along with a text.

Hey, Happy Father’s Day! The girls did remember to give you their card right? (sent 10:23 am)

Hey and thanks😊. Yes they remembered lol, made me breakfast too (sent 10:24 am)

Oh woww..cereal or waffles? (sent 10:25 am)

Both😉 (sent 10:26 am)

🤯…guess we know who’s the clear favorite lol (sent 10:27 am) You guys have anything else planned for the day? Well besides milkshakes? (sent 10:27 am)

Gonna go see my folks for a while. Probably eat with them or get something while we’re out (sent 10:28 am) Why? Were you coming over? (sent 10:28 am)

Fingers drumming against your mug, you debate amongst yourself whether it’s a good idea to go or not. Of course you wanted to see him and your girls, but the fact that you’d eventually have to leave still sent a pang through your heart.

Just like that first Father’s Day during your separation.

“We brought you some food,” you softly smile removing the containers from the plastic bag. Not having all of his furniture yet, you were stuck eating on a blanket on the floor as if it was an indoor picnic. “Girls, get down and come eat.”

Having not seen him in a couple weeks, Aliana and Brynn were immediately glued to their father with their tiny arms currently around his neck. Giggling as they dangled and he tickled their sides and kissed their chubby cheeks.

“We’ll play later okay, cmon let’s eat. You hungry?”

At the sight of French toast sticks, they eagerly sit down next to him saying, “Food dada.” Each taking one of the torn halves from his hand before loudly smacking as children tend to do.

“It’s only been a few days and they look bigger,” he softly grins trying his best at making small talk. Things had been expectantly awkward between you two with his decision to move forward with getting his own place.

That was always the plan though when you first agreed on your arrangement. But with the couple years leading up to this moment, you wouldn’t have thought it was on the table anymore.

And a small part of you hoped it wasn’t.

“Yea, it’s like they’re growing overnight.” Your small smile as you cleaned Ali’s face makes Ari’s fall. The obvious elephant in the room not doing anything to try to relieve the tension and only making him feel more guilty than he already was.

“So,” he clears his throat, “Bill’s letting me start in two weeks, so until then I was thinking maybe I could start watching the girls again? I-I know it’s a bit empty in here right now, but it takes a bit off your mom-,”

“Was I the only one that felt it?”

“What?”

“Us. L-Like we were actually getting back to how things used to be..at least, how they were supposed to.”

Of course he felt it, and any other time hearing you say that would’ve put a smile on his face so bright, the sun would tap out. That time being back in the apartment, sleeping next to you, and waking up to see his girls with hair in a frenzied mess, it felt right. Like you were the family you were always meant to be and nothing made him happier.

But for yours and the girls sake, he couldn’t tell you that.

“It was fun, but bottom line is I was just trying to help out with Ali and B like I’ll always do. As for us…we..we were two adults needing to scratch an itch,” he sighs rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean..that’s what you called it right?”

Watching whatever hope you had drain from your cocoa eyes and be replaced with a sheen of tears ready to fall is the worst heartbreak he’s ever experienced. It was as if he’d just told an innocent child that Santa didn’t exist; nor did the tooth fairy or Easter bunny. If only he could tell you the truth.

Your gaze falls to your legs just in time for your finger to quickly wipe away a tear just as it breaks through its barrier. Definitely not wanting the girls to see you upset, you manage to gracefully collect yourself able to meet Ari’s ocean like eyes again as if you weren’t crumbling inside.

You were too late. It was over, and you couldn’t help but feel it was all your fault.

“Yea um, y-you’re right. We agreed and now it’s done.” Albeit a stupid agreement really that both of you knew wouldn’t go as planned.

Standing to your feet, you begin collecting your things ignoring Ari’s regretful “wait” as you put on your jacket. “I um just remembered I told my dad we’d stop by so we uh..we should go. Ali, Brynn time to go babies.”

“Noo,” they both whine only holding onto their father tighter as they try to hide behind his broad back.

“Girls please don’t start, we gotta visit grandpa cmon.” They’re stubborn though. Insistent on staying with their dad as their own stream of waterworks starts to flow.

“Dada here! You go mama!,” Aliana shouts with the stomp of her foot.

“Shh shh, hey,” he softly coos bringing both around to hug in each arm. “What do I always say huh?” All is quiet besides their sniffling as they each look down gently tugging on his navy blue college tee shirt.

“Dunno..”

“Yes you do,” he smiles tilting their chins up to look at him. “I say be…?”

“B-Be good,” Brynn mumbles around her thumb in her mouth.

“Right, so you both gotta be good for mama and go with her, okay? I’ll come get you guys on Friday and guess what?”

“Wha?”

“We can get shakies and go to the park.” Both seem to perk up at that making their father lightly chuckle. “So that’s three days away. Show me three.”

They do as they’re told, each holding up three fingers alongside Ari’s much larger hand. “Very good! You’re so smart,” he grins blowing raspberries on their necks and causing their wild giggles to return before looking upwards at you, “just like mama.”

“You’re always so good with them,” you softly smile watching him expertly stand while holding your four-year-olds.

“No better than you.” Leaning forward, his soft lips fall onto your forehead reminiscent of a kiss goodbye, and you can’t help but to lean into his chest leaving a kiss of your own just under the Star of David hanging from his chain.

Right now you shouldn’t want anything to do with him.

Heaven knows you wish you could feel that way, but you knew it’d never happen. Ari would always be a part of you and you silently hoped that part never broke away.

Um…no I think I’ll stay in today. You guys have fun though! Tell papa Levs I said hi and Happy Father’s Day (sent 10:38 am) Tell your mom I said hi too (sent 10:38 am)

Will do, you sure though? We could always meet somewhere (sent 10:41 am)

Yea, you three go ahead. Don’t have too much fun😉lol (sent 10:43 am)

Damn…so much for Vegas then😜 (sent 10:44 am) And we could never without you there😘 (sent 10:45 am)

You were sure it didn’t mean anything and was just Ari being his charming self, but reading his message did have your heart and stomach fluttering like a recently freed butterfly.

Mhm sure🙄😆 (sent 10:46 am)

Speaking of, thing 1 and 2 say hello and that they love you, but are trying to drag me out the bed to hurry up and get dressed (sent 10:48 am)

Lmao, I know they’re serious about their milkshakes so tell them I said hi and I love them back. I’ll talk to you guys later (sent 10:50 am)

Alright, talk to you later sweetheart❤️ (sent 10:51 am)

Staring down at your respective screens, you each so badly wanted to type “Love you,” with your thumbs hovering over the keyboard and ready to hit send. Instead though, you both slide your phones away with a sigh hopeful that one day you would feel bold enough to finally share those two words again.

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